What does my teacher do? - a poem by Nina Olivier

What does my teacher do?

She always goes at exactly ten to two!

Maybe she’s doing something for science,

Or maybe she’s part of an evil alliance.

Or maybe she could be really crazy

And runs marathons, to not be lazy

Maybe she’s a vampire, and her fangs are coming out,

Or maybe she a troll and her long fingernails are starting to sprout!

Or maybe this- I really don’t why-

she’s trying to conquer the vast, blue sky?

Maybe one day I might ask her where she goes,

But, for now I shall sit in her class and sleepily doze