Cat ate my homework poem

The fattest for miles around. That's where he'll be found. He's really good at eating. It's a talent, I suppose. He'd win the talent shows. He weighs at least a ton. He couldn't run to save his life. Yes, he isn't much fun. His favourite room's the kitchen. (I'm sure we all know why.) So that's why, with a sigh... My homework in his plate.

So that's why, with a sigh... My homework in his plate. Pets have distinct characteristics. In this funny poem, the poet expands on his cat’s love of eating (and even uses that to get out of doing homework). The speaker in this poem blames his cat for eating his homework.

“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. Source: If Kids Ruled the School (Meadowbrook Press, 2004)

My computer ate my homework. Yes, it’s troublesome, but true. and it didn’t chomp or chew. It digested it completely. instead of Shift-Control. when I thought I heard it laugh. but didn’t prompt me to confirm. now will never misbehave. and it landed in the trash.