A Teacher Is Missing

Slightly late, I ran into school Exuberantly yelled, “I’m here!” Senile secretary Miss Mule Gave me a tiny silent cheer. “A teacher is missing!” She sang out to back of my head. “A teacher’s gone AWOL, Maybe she is injured or dead.” Weirdly, I knew, who it was, And also knew where she was at, So I ran to the teachers’ lounge Interlopers were chewing the fat. “A teacher is missing!” one yelled at me. I gave them a look, and they jumped out of our chairs. Two sneaky sixth graders, having a tea. All three of us tore off running, down the backstairs. I ran to the gym, where was the whole school, Touched my principal’s arm, said, “Sorry, I’m late.” The kids surrounded us, put on quite a show. I did not get away until six after eight. Then I called Channel 5 to say I’m okay. Reminded Miss Mule again who I was. Media wanted a photo they could display. Calling them apparently a big giant fuss.