Friday, March 17, 2017

Allergic to Homework - a poetry re-issue

Greg Pincus

I said “I’m allergic to homework.
It makes me cough and wheeze.
You send me home with mounds to do,
And I just snuff and sneeze.”

My teachers would never believe me.
“Allergic? We think not.
Maybe see a doc,” they’d laugh,
“And you can get a shot.”

Today my teachers aren’t laughing,
And I don’t mean to gloat,
But they can’t give me homework now:
I’ve got a doctor’s note!

Originally posted here back in 2008, this poem makes an appearance in The Homework Strike, too. Oh... and if only it had been true!

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Jane @ said...

Oh, how I wish I could've had that doctor's note when I was trying to dig myself out from underneath a mountain of homework, all those years ago! ;-)

Kay said...

I remember a few students who would have loved to have had that doctor's note! Come to think of it, maybe teachers need a few notes to excuse them from the mounds of grading, too!

Linda Mitchell said...

Ha! I need that note

Robyn Hood Black said...

Spring fever in the classroom seems as timeless as allergies... thanks for sharing the humorous take on the subject! ;0)