Kraken

This poem is really just a bit of silliness. For all of you who have ever lived in an apartment with a noisy garbage disposal, a sink full of dirty dishes, and a huge load of homework, I hope it makes you smile. Also, seeing as I've started teaching 7th graders, I decided I should try my hand at writing excuses as cool as theirs. =)

The Kraken Ate My Homework

It happened on a dark school night,

I’m still not quite sure how.

My mama said to wash the plates—

She said to do it—NOW!

I left the lines of algebra,

so carefully observed

within my easy accessed reach

so they’d not be disturbed.

Though gunk and grime came off the plates,

the water seemed too cool,

and soon the sink was stopped right up

with quite a murky pool.

First, I heard an awful groan,

and as I was no fool,

I ran away with growing fright

when I saw the whirlpool.

But keeping close to view the scene,

I surely did behold

the shooting forth of tentacles

all blue and green and gold.

The writhing arms left suction marks

on ceiling, wall, and floor.

They emptied all the cupboards out

and still seemed to want more.

They grabbed the chairs; they grabbed the clock;

they left the room quite bare.

But somehow, even in the mess,

my homework was still there.

But alas! Th’creature’s appetite

was still not satisfied.

It’s angry beak, submerged til now,

emerged and snapped and cried.

I saw one arm shoot quickly out

and grasp my fated books.

The only thought that crossed my mind—

What will I tell Miss Brooks?

With one swift gulp and one great groan,

the monster ate it all

then disappeared into the sink

just how…I can’t recall.

And somehow even with the mess,

I lived to tell the tale,

but tomorrow when I tell Miss Brooks,

she’ll kill me , or…I’ll fail!