Prep-Duty Teachers

They come, they see, they conquer!

Students think they intend to torture.

Sometimes their voices echo down the floor,

Which is why we'd prefer closing the doors.

They give you five minutes to get your books;

A second more and you will be slaughtered by their looks.

When they go the other way, students celebrate,

When they return, no sound particles vibrate.

If caught walking, talking or mocking,

To the Coordinator's office, you will be jogging,

Where you will be made to answer,

Making you wish: you had taken good cover.

If they catch you out of your place,

Prepare yourself, for the rage is glowing in their face.

Their veins are bulging out in craze, like they are going to space;

In no time, they are going to take your case.

So, this is it!

The time has come

For the sun to set and the stars to shine

Because the battle is at the very brink;

One side: the knives

And the other side: the forks

But the question, still unanswered, is

Who will accept defeat first,

The good and the better or the worse and the worst?

But one thing is for certain

If you're caught, might as well draw the curtain.