“You are failing my class.”
“No!, I can’t be.”
“You haven’t done any of the homework.”

Well... I have some good reasons

I ran out of paper, ink, and lead
My notebook was empty
The stores don’t sell my ink
And my pencils are discontinued

There’s a hole in my backpack
From when my dog chewed it like a lion with a carcass
It slipped out the hole
And is somewhere on the sidewalk

My house was robbed
They took nothing but my backpack
With all my homework in it
They were kids from this class

My backpack ate my homework
It was hungry and that was all that was in there
Then it burped
And ate my science project

My mom went and had it framed
It was so beautiful
But it is stuck to the wall
So I can’t take it down and turn it in

“You are failing my class.”
“You will have to retake the class.”
“YOU FAIL.”