Tired old teachers never die,

They just return, on supply!

I know I am in trouble

When I keep glancing at my watch.

A bead of sweat rolls down

My furrowed brow.

A hand shoots up.

“Yes?” irritated teacher voice,

“What is it now?”

“Can I go to the toilet?

I am desperate. I need a pee!”

Laughter. A belch and then a fart.

Raucous laughter

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