Homework Stew Poem by Kenn Nesbitt

Homework Stew

Rating: 5.0

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.

I turned the flame up nice and hot
and tossed my binder in the pot.
I sprinkled in my book report
with colored markers by the quart.

Despite its putrid, noxious gas,
I proudly took my stew to class.
And though the smell was so grotesque,
I set it on my teacher's desk.

My teacher said, 'You're quite a chef.
But still you're going to get an F.
I didn't ask for ‘homework stew,'
I said, ‘Tomorrow, homework's due.''

Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: homework
Fynlee 20 April 2022

This poem is hard to write about.My teacher asked for a poem analysis but I'm stuck.

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Daniel 06 October 2020

POEM This is not a poem, It obviously doesn't rhyme. The syllables are out of tune, It even make me cry.

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Pennies 09 October 2019

I love this poem This is the best one in the world

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Lola Densham-Wilson 23 February 2019

My teacher loved this poem and I would love to read more.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 01 April 2016

A humor greatly enjoyable by school going children. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Kenn Nesbitt

Kenn Nesbitt

California / United States
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