The Dog Ate My Homework
by Sara Holbrook
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?
from The Dog Ate My Homework;
Boyds Mills Press, 1997 |
