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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.

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