Vacation Poem

Twas the day before vacation

And all through the school

The APs were cruising

For teachers to bruise.

They began at the top

And strolled every hall

Looking in every room

For the teacher to doom.

In room 304, the kids behaved

So walking in there was nothing they craved.

They passed a few more

And seeing nothing through the door

They went on to another floor.

Then down to floor two

Still searching for something to do

They saw a few kids in the hall

There was a teacher who was now going to fall.

Young men, why aren't you in class?

Is it possible your teacher issued you a pass?

Or are you just roaming the halls?

We'll walk you  back and see how this falls.

They looked in and saw Ms. Bee in the room.

In spite of work on the board, there was a feeling of doom.

Ms. Bee had a lesson and a good plan

But the kids wanted only to play kick the can .

She talked and cajoled.  She continued to scold

But nothing she did could make them care.

Vacation was in the air

And they did not think it was fair

To work so late in the day.

The admins were grinning from ear to ear.

They found what they were looking for, a  teacher to kick in the rear.

They wasted no time

Writing her up for her crime

They claimed that day she did not earn her dime.

And then the bell rang

The kids were sprung

Teachers got a well deserved rest.

Poor Ms. Bee spent her vacation

Because the gotcha squad had done their best.