“The dog ate my homework”

You tell the teacher at school

Praying that she’ll believe you

That she’ll be that big a fool.

“Johnny was the one who ate the cookies.”

You claim as you stand there in place

As your mom glares at the cookie crumbs

That belie the innocent look on your face.

At the ten year reunion,

You meet the most popular girl

The one that had had the football team’s

Heads and hormones all in a whirl.

You grit your teeth and give a false smile

(Secretly you had called her “the school’s biggest twit!)

You claim you are choking to hide your laughter

As you stare at her fat nose with its huge zit.

That secret told in such confidence

That from your lips so casually tripped

When confronted by the secret teller

You claim “Sorry, I guess I sort of slipped”

Yup, excuses, it seems, there are

For every occasion, there’s no denyin’

But you can’t hide the truth

That in the end you’re just lyin’!

Excuses can sometimes lead one into a trap

When asked to validate the words that are spoken

And if given all of the time

Can cause trust to be broken.

“Tis better to leave them sitting

High up on some forgotten shelf

And never use them with others

Or even with yourself.

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About MARANTHA DREAMWEAVER JENELLE

WRITER'S USE WORDS TO PAINT PICTURES ON THE CANVASES OF THEIR READER'S MINDS. marantha d. jenelle/aka 'maradjen'

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