When Teacher Blew Her Top

We admit acting up a bit.
Our horseplay wouldn’t stop.
But still the whole class was impressed,
When teacher blew her top.

She sat calmly behind her desk.
Spot of pink on the chin.
Her tiny, white hands wrung in knots.
She wore an awkward grin.

As the volume in the room grew,
So did her round, red eyes.
Her eyebrows raised; her neck stretched tight.
Her cheeks tripled in size.

When three of us began to fight,
Bright sparks flew off her hair.
Puffs of steam spouted from her ears.
We saw her nostrils flare.

Spit balls set off the eruption.
Black smoke rose from her head.
The volcano smacked the ceiling,
And the mushroom cloud spread.

Rumbling rattled the windows.
The blast tore off the door.
We clung to our chairs and desktops,
As ash fell to the floor.

Before when teacher lost her cool,
She’d stomp, threaten, and fume,
But his time when she blew her top,
She blew up our whole room.
🎼Hear the song When Teacher Blew Her Top (video) Listen and watch