My doggy ate my homework poem

He chewed it up,” I said. My teacher shook her head. I saw this wasn’t going well. I didn’t want to fail. And tossed it in a pot. Till it was piping hot. And baked potato chips. And had it gently fried. With pickles on the side. As he cooked a notebook stew. He barked when I objected. There was nothing I could do.” “Did he wear a doggy chef hat?”

My doggy ate my essay. He picked up all my mail. and dusted with his tail. and swept my wooden floor. when he fixed my bedroom door. I did not try to stop him. He made my windows shine. and my dresser smelled like pine. He fluffed up every pillow. He folded all my clothes. with a toothbrush and a hose. to see him use a broom.

’Cause I don’t have a doggy. It was eaten by my cat. “My Doggy Ate My Homework.” © 2004 by Dave Crawley. Reprinted from If Kids Ruled the School (© 2004 by Meadowbrook Creations) with permission from Meadowbrook Press.

"A talking dog who likes to cook?" My teacher had a fit. And that is where I sit. In telling her all that. 'Cause I dont have a doggy. It was eaten by my cat. If playback doesn't begin shortly, try restarting your device.