I cooked my math book in a broth
and stirred it to a steaming froth.
I threw in papers—pencils, too—
to make a pot of homework stew.
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POEM This is not a poem, It obviously doesn't rhyme. The syllables are out of tune, It even make me cry.
My teacher loved this poem and I would love to read more.
A humor greatly enjoyable by school going children. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem is hard to write about.My teacher asked for a poem analysis but I'm stuck.