Recipe for Disaster

To make our teacher angry,

Is considered to be bad,

So follow this tasty recipe,

To send her raving mad,

We have a calling out supreme,

with a side of silliness,

Is sure to make her mean,

But that won’t be enough,

So to get this night rolling,

Swearing is the touch,

A salad of bullying boys,

With a bunch of left-out toys,

To end this lovely evening,

We have a sprinkle of lolly delight,

An armful of graffiti,

Is sure to do her right,

But if she wants to stay around,

She’s not to make a sound.