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.