Poem - The lesson by Roger McG, teacher style

Chaos ruled OK in the staff room
as bravely the student walked in
the teachers ignored him
his voice was lost in the din.

The homework for today is violence
and a test will be set
We're going to teach you a lesson
one that you will never forget.

One picked on the student
and throttled him here and there
another garrotted the student
(he was held up in the air)

Sword in his hand, the next teacher hacked the student
between the chattering rows.
First come, first severed, he declared
fingers, feet and toes

They threw a sword at another student
it cleaved her right into two
Then pulling out their guns,
The rest joined in the fray too

The blasts cleared the worksheets
(they were happy they were gone)
They burned amidst the chaos
Their work was gone

Please, may I leave the room?
a trembling student enquired
Of course you may, said a teacher
She put her gun to his head and fired

The head popped a head round the staff room
to see why a din was made
ran away immediately
then got shot by the rampant teachers

And when the ammo was well spent,
with blood everywhere
silence shuffled forth
with its hands up in the air

The teachers surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
they waggled their fingers
Now let that be a lesson, they said