Imagination In Third Grade

Witches and warlocks marching their truth Pouring discarded spells on poor Sister Ruth Laughing as they dance and run on her head. Showing her what will happen when she is dead. But I am a nun she yells, thinking it will stop their play. Not realizing they are determined.to have fun today. A ornery old ghost in the corner joins in on the fun. Ebony bats in the belfry fly toward the sweet nun. I am writing it down laughing loud like a loon. When suddenly it gets quiet. The whole third grade room. Mother Superior looking at my paper now. I try to hide it but she is tough, this old sow. I am in trouble big time. I am going to get a flogging. I run home in the rain, and my paper is slogging. Witches and warlocks and Sister Ruth. What was I thinking? Why did I not smell her perfume? She is always stinking.