I found them in the store cupboard.
Their blazers heaped on the floor, ties loosened.
Shock washed over them, excuses tumbling out of their mouths,
But none of them fooled me.
I let fly with a lecture,
Noticing that their bodies are still aligned.
Snapping at them does the trick,
They jump apart with guilt in their eyes.
Threats of the Headmaster send them scurrying,
And I relish the sight.