in the soup my mom was cooking. My brother flushed it down the toilet
when I wasn’t looking. My mother ran my homework
through the washer and the dryer. An airplane crashed into our house.
My homework caught on fire. Tornadoes blew my notes away.
Volcanoes struck our town. My notes were taken hostage
by an evil killer clown. Some aliens abducted me.
I had a shark attack. A pirate swiped my homework
and refused to give it back. I worked on these excuses
so darned long my teacher said, “I think you’ll find it’s easier
to do the work instead.” – Kenn Nesbitt