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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking
I turned the flame up nice and hot
and tossed my binder in the pot.
I sprinkled in my book report
with colored markers by the quart.
My teacher said, “You’re quite a chef.
But, still, you’re going to get an F.
I didn’t ask for ‘homework stew,’
I said, ‘Tomorrow, homework’s due.'”
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 5
From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking
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