Poems And Quotes

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Why do I hate my homework? It is a pest like a brother Or a sister of another It is like a very boring book Or like my mom’s disgusting cook It is a creature of its own The kind that makes me gag and moan Why do I hate my homework? I really hate […]

I hate homework ihate it i hate it i hate it i never do my homework i always get 1’s i throw my homework in the garbage who cares about homework. by junior Sinchi

Student: “My doggy ate my homework. He chewed it up,” I said. But when I offered my excuse My teacher shook her head. I saw this wasn’t going well. I didn’t want to fail. Before she had a chance to talk, I added to the tale: “Before he ate, he took my work And tossed […]

I love my homework, Yes I do! I do my homework, Yes I do! Can you imagine why, I never start to cry, ‘Oh my homework’s just too much! ‘ ever let it out of my clutch, My homework’s are emty Tutor doesn’t shout ‘ Memty! ‘ I have not seen anything so fair, I […]

Homework! Oh, homework! I hate you! You stink! I wish I could wash you away in the sink. If only a bomb would explode you to bits. Homework! Oh, homework! You’re giving me fits. I’d rather take baths with a man-eating shark, or wrestle a lion alone in the dark, eat spinach and liver, pet […]

Sometimes my homework is small Sometimes my homework is long But whenever i do my homework My homework is always wrong Sometimes I do my homework at a slow pace Sometimes I do my homework in the fast lane But however I do my homework my homework is still a pain Sometimes my homework is […]

Hope is a subtle Glutton — He feeds upon the Fair — And yet — inspected closely What Abstinence is there — His is the Halcyon Table — That never seats but One — And whatsoever is consumed The same amount remain by Emily Dickinson

The way Hope builds his House It is not with a sill — Nor Rafter — has that Edifice But only Pinnacle — Abode in as supreme This superficies As if it were of Ledges smit Or mortised with the Laws by Emily Dickinson

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in The mind was built for mighty Freight For dread occasion planned How often foundering at Sea Ostensibly, on Land A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That […]