There was something not quite right

about our new teacher Miss Knight...

Her classroom for a start,

had no work of art.

Just jars of jellied eyes; cylinders of slime;

swarms of sweets and cobwebs instead of blinds.

The windows were a dirty trick, a poster so it seems.

The only way we would make it out of here is in our dreams.  

From upon the shelf, with a purr and a hiss,

was her jet black feline labelled 'Little Miss'.

Her amber eyes watched our every move; 

her scowl and her sniff showed she did not approve.

Poof!

Pow!

Cough!

MEOW!

A shadow of something scary loomed beneath the dark mist; 

with a pointy top and skinny legs at the bottom, surely this creature should not exist.

Could it be a huge fiery, scaly dragon, swooping in for a morning snack?

HELP!

MMMMMMMMMMM