True story, true story:
My 4th grade class (1969-1970). Our first teacher died six weeks into the school year.
It was the first teaching job for her replacement.
One of the assignments for class one day was to come up with a little rhyme or poem to read in front of the class.
OK, so far so good.
One of my classmates, when it was his turn, went to the front of the class and read his.
(I can remember this as clearly as if it had just happened.)
“It was hot.
He fell into a pot of snot.”
The teacher immediately snapped at him “Out in the hall,” (where unruly kids were dispatched at one time–least it wasn’t “the cornfield”).
The entire classroom was erupting in laughter.
She (the teacher) then stormed out of class.
A minute or so later the other 4th grade teacher came over to our class, and said a couple of times, “This is disgusting–disgusting!”
Some time later our teacher came back. Years later I came to the conclusion that what had happened was that our teacher was about to burst out in laughter herself, and left for a while to regain her composure. In the meantime, she asked the other teacher to come over and watch us. (Don’t know who was watching the other teacher’s class.)