The Teacher & The Maths Poem by Phil Soar

I looked over my shoulder
She was getting nearer
Closer and Closer
With a look that would scare a cat
Even though she was overweight
She was gaining ground
On skates
And breathing heavily
Making me believe she would catch me soon
And teach me a lesson
That Teacher
She was wicked
And determined
I'd only gone out for a smoke
And forgot myself
And wandered off
I Don't like Math
I don't like much really
And she knew it
She's good
And quite a bit scary
She caught me
I was unable to get away
I said
'are you going to report me'
She replied
'You do the Math! '
I thought
That's what got me in this mess
I didn't want to
Do the Math!
I was non-PLUSSED