shaikha alansari


my teacher ate my homework


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.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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i wrote that poem by my self i've got the idea when we cooked at my school and my teacher really liked it.

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  • Saadat Tahir (9/19/2012 6:22:00 AM)

    abso lovely and charming poem... humorous and well written.
    its conceived and executed very well indeed.

    great job
    cheers (Report) Reply

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