This true and I cannot lie.
I nearly made my teacher die.
I fed her roast beetles and cardboard fries.
Toxin dog biscuits that made her cry.
For dinner I gave her a rotten old snake.
And a disturbing golden brown flake.
In her burnt hamburger there was a rat bate.
That nearly dropped her like being hit by a rake.
For dessert I gave her a hard rhubarb cake.
For a drink I gave her a snotty milk-shake.
At midnight a delicious warm gorse stake.
Now you can see my ghastly mistake.