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