my teacher ate my homework,
which i thought was rather odd.
he sniffed at it and smiled,
and gave a thoughtful chew.
I think he must have liked it,
for he really went to town.
He licked off all his fingers,
gave a burp and said, 'You pass.'
I guess that's how they grade you
when you're in a cooking class.
abso lovely and charming poem... humorous and well written. its conceived and executed very well indeed. great job cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This Kenn Nesbit's poem Not Shaikha Alansari!