Hazel Wet Lap

Hazel held Grudges like you Wouldn't believe
She'd spank kids until they would piss or bleed
Left in charge, learning them to write
She'd get them wronging and set them to crying

She liked the children leaking like an old boat;
She'd hit them harder when yodelling from their throat
The school children envisioned a Teacher-Fountain
With a knife in her vein, she howled out, spurting

If children are shown what makes you grin
Enjoyment will be contagious
(A Lesson somewhere therein)