My handbag is a monster

My handbag is a monster 
It eats up all I can offer. 
My purse, a diary, the book I' m reading
In these goes; every morning. 

My pen, few markers and not to forget
Red inked pens; and a lot of it
All lay trapped in my bag. 

Used vouchers, bits of papers
Names of students
Those who were found shouting
And those who had done good;
All chomp! Chomp! Chomp!
Goes into the belly of my bag. 

A note scribbled here
A reminder scribbled there
Whoosh! It goes inside my bag. 

My blue umbrella and my
Purple phone
Are the only two things
That are vomited frequently
Out of this monster. 

My bag is a monster
And this monster goes
Wherever I go.