The Dog Ate My Homework by Sara Holbrook
from The Dog Ate My Homework;
Boyds Mills Press, 1997
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?
You know the story: The kid tells the teacher they cannot turn in their homework because the dog ate it. Most people just nod and say, “Uhuh”. Well, it’s true. Dogs DO eat homework.
The Boy and the homeworking eating Pup!
I’m not going to have the Boy redo this page. We’ll paste it to a paper and he’ll write a little paragraph about the dog eating the homework!