My dog ate my homework,
the teacher heard before.
But this time I’m telling the truth—
I dropped it on the floor.
Right beside his dinner dish,
before I could react,
he chewed it up and swallowed it.
I could not get it back.
Now my homework is gone.
It’s literally no more!
Growing up with older adults was not always fun,
but I learned many valuable things.
I saw how health was important,
in what they ate and their activities.
The church goers had faith,
faith to get them through the tough times.
Once retired they kept going,
no sitting and watching TV all day.
Sitting was not good for them,
so they died way too early.
Longevity may come from family genes,
but one can always improve their own life.
So here is to Longevity,
may we all live to be one hundred and ten.
We ate bacon for breakfast
and knew it would be a good day
For with a tummy full of bacon
somehow life just feels okay.
Smell of meat candy makes your mouth water
as frying bacon's scent permeates the house
Sleepy heads awaken hungry to chow
eager children for bacon ready to joust.
The mood of family as happy as can be
for bacon a favorite devour with glee
No need for conversation eat it while you can
never in this house is there leftover bacon.
Breakfast finished and off to do what needs done
starting the day with bacon flavors life with fun
But what about dinner will it seem bland
Mom making BLTs nothing good as more bacon.
I was a happy child
Carefree, talentless, happy
Jumping around and singing tunes
Tunes of bygone joy and unbridled dream
But they scorned me
They mocked the child I was within
They tried to make me like them
Children whose child within was slain
But I persisted
By God I persisted.
I refused to sing only their tune
Refusing the cocoon of their songs
But the scolding were gone and the whips came
With each Whack, a memory flies away
Heavy groaning and bitter tears litter the courtyard
Croaked voice and battered mouth
As each day passes, the singing becomes lower
Till I started humming their tune
Then I stopped altogether
Leaving only the silence as my precious dinner.
A feeble excuse that's plain as day,
given in the forlorn hope
it evokes forgiveness and pity,
with a lame witty ditty tale,
about what the dog ate,
is demacing, defacing, emacing and demurring.
It voids the hope of mercy, pardon and exoneration
that the dog ate as well.
bird feeder pole snapped in two
suet cakes gone-border collies barking
large furry forager departed- sated
We ate the ones who died
But we did not murder them
We had to survive, right?
I stared at the surviving member of the Donner party
Did she not know
Two native American guides with them had been murdered
For food?
Not wanting to cause her any more anguish,
I did not correct her.
"Accent u ate d"
They did
N't say
Art
Is
Tic
They
Said Aut
Whilst I ate fries, I ate lies.
A bargain made, no school
for the next day, the bargain.
No one told me tomorrow
was Saturday. I ate lies
heavily hidden under ketchup.
I'm going to tell you a story, I swear its 100% true..
About what happened to my homework, and why it was overdue.
You see my dog ate my homework, oh no! oh gosh!
I stare at it in horror, its been gobbled and squashed.
I've worked hard all week to have my homework done..
I did it all by myself.. with no help from my mum.
No excuse, no reason, it cannot be late..
The punishment detention.. and that I would hate!
Now I must explain to my teacher, OMG! what a fright!
I know he wont beleive me.. but then again.. he might.
But perhaps, my dear teacher, you'll find it quite absurd..
That my dog ate my homework.. every single word.
here are the bits of my homework I say
tossing them out of an Oatmeal box
Onto my teacher's desk
They are slimy with saliva
she screams
Decades passed in memory's dust.
Too many betrayals between us.
For material things, she always lust.
She ate the bread, left me it's crust.
Let it go, forgive, I know I must but
in my mind I just can't trust.
She ate the bread, left me it's crust.
There was tiger named Archie Hoggerpipe,
Who, weirdly, wished to swap every dark stripe.
A turkey quickly agreed
To meet Archie's costume need.
Thankful lions ate Arch, leaving no tripe.
The stuffed pride of lions later cried fowl.
O how the savannah shook with their howl.
A tiger without wishbone
Left all lions anger prone,
Until round the striped turkey they did prowl.
birds fall hunger-wise...
before
cold winters shortages...
today a woodpecker ate...
such an
overfill it had to lay on the...
feeder for ten minutes till...
its throat
cleared so that it could fly...
it was such a 'pile he ate' that...
it's
called a 'pileated' woodpecker...
stans sand
A girl ate a hat, what a thrill,
Mistaking it for her contraceptive pill.
In her moment of haste,
A hat she did taste,
Now she's throwing up, her tummy's bloated still!
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