The dog ate my homework.
You’ve heard that before?
This one ate the table,
then chewed through the door.
Broke into the living room
with his munch mouth,
snacked on some carpet,
and lunched on the couch.
He chewed up some albums,
then swallowed the mail,
even ate pretzels,
though they were stale.
He garbaged down everything
left in his path
and still wasn’t full
when he found my math.
He chewed tops off bottles
then drank all the pop.
As far as I know,
he still hasn’t stopped.
If you don’t believe me,
then give Mom a call,
if she still has a kitchen
or phone on the wall.
She’ll answer and tell you
my story is true.
The dog ate my homework.
What could I do?
that is by Sara Holbrook. I wish the dog had eaten my homework. I really hate homework. I get too much of it each day and most of the time it’s easy but I have sooooooo much of it! 😦   I get this much each day*
my homework
*it’s not really my homework
The Grumpy Laowai 