After School

The last bell had rung,
the kids are all home.
The silence has clung
like rust on old chrome.

Then out of the blue
there's noise in the hall,
and you haven't a clue
who's making the call.

And, Aack! It's a teacher!
A grumpy old jerk
who lives under the bleachers
when he's not doing work!

Yipes! It's another.
She's a scary, mean witch.
And according to your brother
she's really a... never mind.

There's three and then four
coming from left and right
from every door
within your sight.

But they don't seem to notice you
even when you yell.
And as you search for a clue,
you exclaim, "What the, um, heck?"

You watch them walk past
in a zombie-like state.
They're walking quite fast,
you follow at a quick pace.

Beyond the gym,
and into the lounge
you slide in behind them
without making a sound.

"Six times four is twenty-four."
Another says, "You're driving me mad!"
And says Ms. Tran as she enters the door,
"Shut up and stop being bad!"

Mrs. Hewlett says, "You're wrong,"
Mr Ahn says, "I agree."
Another says, "You're both wrong.
Are you dumb? Can't you see?"

Mme. Tait says, "Le shut up, please."
Mme. Corrado says, "Le yes, do."
And amidst your begging pleas
their teacher-like yelling grew.

So if you've ever wondered
What teachers really do after school...
DON'T!!!