Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Mister Jones' Last Day

"My name is Mister Jones," I said

To my first class of seniors at

The high school which filled me with dread.

First time real teaching I knew that

I really did not want to be

A teacher of teenagers who

Were all freaks and weirdos to me.

No good at all, that much I knew.

And then I saw a sight quite odd.

Each of the students pulled a gun,

And yelled, "We are your firing squad."

Each took turns firing, one by one.

As life oozed out my flesh and bones,

I last gasped, "Why me, Mister Jones?"