My Dog Ate My Homework

'My doggy ate my homework. He chewed it up,' I said. But when I offered my excuse My teacher shook her head. I saw this wasn't going well. I didn't want to fail. Before she had a chance to talk, I added to the tale: 'Before he ate, he took my work And tossed it in a pot. He simmered it with succotash Till it was piping hot. 'He scrambled up my science notes With eggs and bacon strips, Along with sauteed spelling words And baked potato chips. 'He wore a doggy apron As he cooked a notebook stew. He barked when I objected. There was nothing I could do.' 'Did he wear a doggy chef hat?' She asked me with a scowl. 'He did,' I said. 'And taking it Would only make him growl.' My teacher frowned, but then I said As quickly as I could, 'He covered it with ketchup, And he said it tasted good.' 'A talking dog who likes to cook?' My teacher had a fit. She sent me to the office, And that is where I sit. I guess I made a big mistake In telling her all that. 'Cause I don't have a doggy. It was eaten by my cat.

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