Neu­lich in einer die­ser end­lo­sen, öden Stunden …

It appeared insi­de our classroom
at a quar­ter after ten,
it gob­bled up the blackboard,
three era­sers and a pen.
It gob­bled teacher’s apple
and it bop­ped her with the core.
“How dare you!” she responded.
“You must lea­ve us … there’s the door.”

The crea­tu­re didn’t listen
but descri­bed an arabesque
as it gob­bled all her pencils,
seven note­books and her desk.
Tea­cher sta­ted very calmly,
“Sir! you sim­ply can­not stay.
I’ll report you to the principal
unless you go away!”

But the thing con­ti­nued eating,
it ate paper, swal­lo­wed ink.
As it gob­bled up our homework,
I belie­ve I saw it wink.
Tea­cher final­ly lost her temper.
“OUT!” she shou­t­ed at the creature.
The crea­tu­re hop­ped bes­i­de her
and GLOPP … it gob­bled teacher.

Von Jack Pre­lut­s­ky