Six Thousand Twenty Two Excuses

I have six thousand and twenty-two excuses. I have used the cows in the road one more than sixty eight times. I love that one, because people tend to believe it. It is usually a lie, which makes it even sweeter for some odd reason. The homework fell into the snow and the ink smeared is passable. Not my best, and more work than doing the homework itself For I have to conjure up something with ink on it That looks like it actually was homework. My other favorites are my pants are loose and I broke my foot. I have a cast that I can slide up and down my leg. Problem only occurs when they want to sign it. The closer they get the more they realize It was once cut off someone’s leg and taped back together. Wouldn’t it be easier to just do the things you are supposed to do? I stare at my mother. Which excuse to use? I pull number one hundred and fourteen out of my brain.