Inside my Teacher's Handbag

At my school,
My teacher is strange,
She is such a fool
We fear she'll never change

Made of green crocodile hide,
Her handbag's such a mess
We wonder what's inside
Heres my guess:

A rotten banana,
A sweet potato,
One polka dotted sock
And a squashed tomato

A letter to her son,
A whiteboard marker,
A lipstick without a top
Gone a few shades darker

A cherry necklace
Barbara's spare eye,
Rachel's pencilcase
And a bottle of hair dye

A spare tyre
A wedding cake
And from her teenage years,
A favourite keepsake

What's in her bag?
Nobody knows!
Will anyone find out
Where they go?