Kenn Nesbitt Poems

"Good morning, dear students," the principal said.
"Please put down your pencils and go back to bed.
Today we will spend the day playing outside,
then take the whole school on a carnival ride.
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My teacher ate my homework,
which I thought was rather odd.
He sniffed at it and smiled
with an approving sort of nod.
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I baked a dozen cookies
and I put them on a plate,
and I set them out for Santa Claus,
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Our teacher's a football fanatic.
It's all that he has on his mind.
He listens to games on his headphones,
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Homework, I love you. I think that you're great.
It's wonderful fun when you keep me up late.
I think you're the best when I'm totally stressed,
preparing and cramming all night for a test.
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I started on my homework,
but my pen ran out of ink…
My hamster ate my homework…
My computer's on the blink…
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While strolling down the beach today
I came upon a lamp.
It was dusty, it was dirty,
it was dingy, it was damp.
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I hope that you believe me,
for I wouldn't tell a lie.
I cannot turn my science homework in
and this is why:
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I cooked my math book in a broth
and stirred it to a steaming froth.
I threw in papers—pencils, too—
to make a pot of homework stew.
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My dog does my homework
at home every night.
He answers each question
and gets them all right.
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