POEM
MY TEACHER ATE MY HOMWORK
My teacher ate my homework,
which I thought was rather odd.
he sniffed at it and smiled
with an approving kind of nod.
He took a little nibble and
it's unusual, but true, then
took a bigger bit and gave a
thoughtful chew.
I think he must of liked it,
for he really went to town.
he gobbled it with gusto
and he wolfed the hole thing
down.
He clicked of his fingers,
gave a burp and said, ''You pass.''
I guess that's how they grad you
when tour in a cooking class.
By Kenn Nesbitt