It sent chills up his spine
The day he crossed the line
The picture of his teacher
With his angry features

He swallowed his throat
Sweating through his coat
Toes tied up in a knot
He was put on the spot

The teacher marched over
His lean figure bending over
The teacher crumpled his face
And Spat out: “You sir, are a disgrace”

He curled up in his chair
Barely breathing the air
Started to mumble a few words
“My dog ate it, Mr Cawbirds”

The class started to snort and smile
As they created a large pile
But the one sheet of homework missing
Was the one which belonged to Fredward Lissing.