COOKING MATH BOOK!
I cooked my math book in a broth, and stirred it to a steaming froth, I threw in papers, pencils too, to make a pot of homework stew, I turned the flame up, nice and hot, and tossed my binder in the pot, I sprinkled in my book report and some coloured markers by the quart, Despite its putrid, noxious gas I proudly took my stew to class, even though the smell was so grotesque, I set it on my teacher’s desk, my teacher said you’re quite a chef but you’re still going to get an F, I didn’t ask for homework stew I said tomorrow homework is due. Muhammad Mustafa Abrar V Maroon
