My Dog (tall tale genre)

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2016 by Hello World

“Is that the truth,” asked Mrs. Casey.
“Sure enough it is,” I reply.
“my dog ate my homework.”
(and I’m sticking with that lie).

“I’ll get a beatin’ at home,”
is what I tell my friend.
“cuz my dog ate my homework.”
(and that’s my story ’til the end).

“Get yerself to your room,”
“No dinner for you,” mom said.
All because my dog at my homework.
(and I’ll take that lie to bed).

The night grows long and cold,
and daybreak takes forever.
My dog may not have eaten it,
but tomorrow I’ll do it over.

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