Narrative Poem

One day
In Creative Writing
A black hole opened up
And ate Adobe Indesign
Ms. Cassell lost her head
"Where did it go?" she cried
As she pulled out her poor hair
"I ate it," said the Black Hole
"Yay!" said all the ickle children
"What?" said Ms. Cassell
She started hyperventilating.
The Black Hole felt bad.
So he gave Indesign back.
Ms Cassell did a dance.