My Teacher Ate My Homework
My teacher ate my homework.
I'm aware it's rather odd.
She sniffed at it and smiled
with an approving sort of nod.
She took a little nibble --
it's unusual, but true --
then had a somewhat larger bite
and gave a thoughtful chew.
I think she must have liked it,
for she really went to town.
She gobbled it with gusto
and she wolfed the whole thing down.
She licked off all her fingers,
gave a burp and said, "You pass."
I guess that's how they grade you
when you take a cooking class.
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