My sister ate my
homework,
Oh yes, I swear
it is true.
When I found out
the bad deed
I squealed like
an old kazoo.
Now my math is
all shredded,
My answer sheet
torn to bits.
I don’t know
what I can do;
I feel like I’m
in the pits.
But how do I
know it’s sis?
Let me tell it
to you straight:
I caught her
bright red-handed,
As I ran for the
door, late.
She had my work
in her mouth,
Shreds dangling
from her white teeth.
Numbers were
stuck on her tongue,
With even more
underneath.
She must have
thought it was grits,
Or maybe mashed
potatoes.
No matter her
thought process,
All that’s on my
mind are woes.
I thought only
dogs ate it,
And not little
human girls.
Well I found out
the hard way
That they can
also be churls.
Now what to tell
my teacher?
Should I lie or
tell the truth?
One is proper,
one farfetched;
With both she’ll
think me uncouth.
It is a
lose-lose ordeal,
With no good
grade in my sight.
I only blame my
sister
For this
unfortunate plight.
I’ve learned now
to hide my work
From my
confused, hungry sis.
If I see her
grab paper
I’ll know
something is amiss.
But in the
present I am screwed:
No proof that I
did my work.
It’s true, it
wasn’t the dog;
It was my sis,
what a berk.
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