A weekend party at the hen house. There was troubles at the start.
But the hammer dropped at midnight. When some knees did slightly part.
The headmistress Trunchbull shouted. She was sitting high upon her horse.
Screams ‘we must keep them far apart.’ To the answer, “Of course… Of course.”
The ambulance left at daybreak… Without the sirens on.
The parting shot was a final dance… From the sprinklers on the lawn.
