My book report is due today.
I haven’t finished yet.
In fact, I haven’t started,
which I’m coming to regret.

I haven’t even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I’d have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.

I’d ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he’s already left for school
and cannot help me out.

I’d hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don’t even have the time
to watch it on TV.

I guess I’ll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.

It’s either that, or do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I’ll claim I’m sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.