Sardonically, he responded to the teacher.
In trepidation, she returned his gaze.
Dysphoric, was the entire classroom,
As they watched these antagonists on display.
His was a lusus naturae,
And she was providential of marms.
Mistrustful, was his admonition
When she queried the tattoos on his arms.
Meaningless, was his explanation
As he felt he owed her nothing at all.
Permit me at least a panacea,
For the diction, they pose is at fault.
Cynically, he quibbled her judgment,
But alas, in his mind was a light.
Indignation, boiled in the realization
That in this, the teacher was right!