Below is my poem attempt from the prompt by Joshua Gray for day three of the Poem-a-Day, write a poem that scares you. I had a little trouble with this one.
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Scary thing was the teacher
wore a tight bun every day and had
the class chomp octopus, charged one
girl with planting tacks on her chair
while the guilty party snickered
in the back of the room.
Scary thing was the flowery fragrance
she doused herself with before entering
room and rules of foreign language,
scary she held a stick in her hand
and wasn’t afraid to use it
on hands of the half-grown.
Scariest of all was when pupils
were freed from her clutches
at the end of the year, not one
could recall what they had been
taught, scary teacher’s ways forever
imprinted in their heads instead.