Abby's+poems

Forget it. You must be kidding. I’m still half asleep. My eyes keep closing. My brain isn’t working. I don’t have a pencil. I don’t have any paper. My desk is wobbly. I don’t know what to write about. And besides, I don’t even know how to write a poem. I’ve got a headache. I need to see the nurse. Time’s up? Uh oh! All I have is this dumb list of excuses. You like it? Really? No kidding. Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one? See what I mean? I bet you will love writing this one. To get started, start with "I Can’t Write a Poem" as the title. Then come up with some excuses—the more ridiculous, the better. Then add the lines from "Times up?" to "Thanks a lot" from the poem above. Finally, come up with the last line on your own. Good luck! MY BOO My book report is due today. I haven't finished yet. In fact, I haven't started, which I'm coming to regret.
 * poems**

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. code --Kenn Nesbitt ||