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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking
I cooked my math book in a brothbroth 1. thin soup of concentrated meat or fish stock. 2. water that has been boiled with meat, fish, vegetables, or barley.
and stirred it to a steaming frothfroth an aggregation of bubbles, as on an agitated liquid..
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
with colored markers by the quart.
Despite its putridputrid in a state of foul decay or decomposition, as animal or vegetable matter; rotten., noxiousnoxious harmful or injurious to health or physical well-being, as in "noxious fumes." gas,
I proudly took my stew to class.
And though the smell was so grotesquegrotesque odd or unnatural in shape, appearance, or character; fantastically ugly or absurd; bizarre.,
I set it on my teacher’s desk.
My teacher said, “You’re quite a chef.
But, still, you’re going to get an F.
I didn’t ask for ‘homework stew,’
I said, ‘Tomorrow, homework’s due.'”
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 5
From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking
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