The Teacher’s Tale

Today my story shall be known to all,
There will not be adventures or any brawls,
But there will be an unexpected discovery
Which will leave some teachers very crazy.

I woke today to go to school,
Where I will hope to not become a fool.
I walked to school avoiding the cold,
While I fixed my clothes and looked all bold,
And running fast while the bell rang
I rushed past a tough and fierce gang.

To my room five minutes after the bell
Had sounded I arrived running like hell,
But everything was going very well
Until I hit the bottom of the well.

A chemical bottle fell off my hands, Landing next to the radioactive stands.
The bottle broke and liquid poured out the glass, While running and pushing came the next class.
Alexander came in with a football,
Threw it hitting the stand making it fall.

The giant clash of the glass and the ground Made a great and incredible loud sound.
I forced Alexander to clean it up,
But he placed the mixture into a cup
Carefully wrapping it and home taking it,
Before I noticed gone he was in a bit.

That night in the news he appeared with
The ooze stolen from my class. Saying the myth
That it was his with no mention to me,
And that it worked to grow quickly a tree.
I instantly tried to sue him by the law,
In the process I didn't get any paw.
The story ends me living in a ditch,
While Alexander stole and became rich.