The dog Ate My Homework
The dog ate my homework,
my granny shrunk my PE kit,
my brother stole my timetable
and my teacher doesn’t believe a word of it.
He says I’m lazy,
I drive him crazy,
Threatens me with punishments I can’t even understand,
Sends me to the office with a report card in my hand,
Talks about detention and then about exclusion,
Tells me how I must be suffering from some kind of delusion.
Maybe I should avoid the truth,
And let my imagination play,
see how good I am at lying
I’ll practice everyday.
I’ll log every flying saucer that navigates my mind,
I’ll go into every search engine to see what I can find,
I’ll develop such a knowledge of everything obscure
They’ll either have to reward me
or send me for a cure.
But the dog has still eaten my homework
my granny has still shrunk my PE kit
my brother has still stolen my timetable
my teacher still doesn’t believe a word of it.
From John Row's book of poems for children, "The Pong Machine"
Available direct from John Row £4.00 including P+P