I Think They Nailed It

We have started our poetry unit in seventh grade.  Today's assignment was to write and present a group list poem (which is pretty much what it sounds like).  The topic given was "School" in any way, shape, or form that they chose.

Apparently I never learn.

One particularly devious clever group came up with this gem, which I present for you in its entirety along with my commentary in italics:

Ms. Whiston

The demon shark flies over our heads.  There is an Air Shark loose in the room

Our security system is a beheaded unicorn.  True

Handles rats like a demon boss.  I am a demon boss

Threatens us to join the Dark Side.  This is why my light saber is red

Her birthday is year round.  I haven't taken down a birthday sign from November

When we're gone, we need to bring her presents.  A genius rule, if I do say so myself

Makes [the math teacher's] room look like heaven.  Her room is definitely cleaner than mine

Uses The Force to threaten us.  Can't deny this

Her rodents keep their red beady eyes on us.  There are no albino rats in my room

Then Yoda came to save us one day.  He did.  He talks, fights, and everything

But he was too late.  Yep.  The damage has been done

Note the use of repetition, the descriptive language, the use of simile...