Hazel Wet Lap

Hazel held Grudges like you Wouldn't believe She'd spank kids until they would piss or bleed. Left in charge, learning them to write, She'd get them wronging and set them to crying.
She liked the children leaking like an old boat; She'd hit them harder when yodelling from their throat. The school children envisioned a Teacher-Fountain With a knife in her vein, she howled out, spurting.
If children are shown what makes you grin Enjoyment will be contagious (A Lesson somewhere therein).