Poems

My Doggy Ate My Homework Student: “My doggy ate my homework. He chewed it up,” I said. But when I offered my excuse My teacher shook her head. I saw this wasn’t going well. I didn’t want to fail. Before she had a chance to talk, I added to the tale: “Before he ate, he took my work And tossed it in a pot. He simmered it with succotash Till it was piping hot. “He scrambled up my science notes With eggs and bacon strips, Along with sautéed spelling words And baked potato chips. “He then took my arithmetic And had it gently fried. He broiled both my book reports With pickles on the side. “He wore a doggy apron As he cooked a notebook stew. He barked when I objected. There was nothing I could do.” Teacher: “Did he wear a doggy chef hat?” Student: My teacher gave a scowl. “He did,” I said. “And taking it Would only make him growl.” <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">My teacher frowned, but then I said As quickly as I could, <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">“He covered it with ketchup, And he said it tasted good.” <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Teacher: “A talking dog who likes to cook?” <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Student: My teacher had a fit. She sent me to the office, <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">And that is where I sit. I guess I made a big mistake In telling her all that. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">’Cause I don’t have a doggy. It was eaten by my cat. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">The End **I have to write a poem** <span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">I have to write a poem but I really don't know how. So maybe I'll just make a rhyme with something dumb, like "cow." Okay, I'll write about a cow, but that's so commonplace. I think I'll have to make her be... a cow from outer space! My cow will need a helmet and a space suit and a ship. Of course, she'll keep a blaster in the holster on her hip. She'll hurtle through the galaxy on meteoric flights, to battle monkey aliens in huge karate fights. She'll duel with laser sabers while avoiding lava spray, to vanquish evil emperors and always save the day. I hope the teacher likes my tale, "Amazing Astro Cow." Yes, that's the poem I will write as soon as I learn how.