My poem is this
My Teacher Ate My Homework
My teach ate my homework,
Which I thought was rather odd.
He sniffed at it and smiled
with an approving sort of nod.
He took a little nibble
it's unusual, but true
then had a somewhat lager bite
and gave a thoughtful chew.
I think he must of liked it,
for he really went to town.
He gobbled it with gusto
and he wolfed the whole thing down.
He licked off all his fingers,
gave a burp and said, "You pass."
I guess that's how they grade you
when your in cooking class.
Kenn Nesbit
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