POEM : My Doggy Ate My Homework

“My doggy ate my homework.He chewed it up,” I said.But when I offered my excuseMy 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 workAnd tossed it in a pot. He simmered it with succotashTill it was piping hot.“He scrambled up my science notesWith eggs and bacon strips,Along with sautéed spelling wordsAnd 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 apronAs he cooked a notebook stew.He barked when I objected.There was nothing I could do.”“Did he wear a doggy chef hat?”My teacher gave a scowl.“He did,” I said. “And taking itWould only make him growl.”My teacher frowned, but then I said As quickly as I could,“He covered it with ketchup, And he said it tasted good.”“A talking dog who likes to cook?” My teacher had a fit. She sent me to the office, And that is where I sit.I guess I made a big mistake In telling her all that.’Cause I don’t have a doggy. It was eaten by my cat. Ends