I don't have my report miss.
My parents, you ask.
I'm sorry they cant come in,
Their in the hospital....
Yes, I'm sorry as well.
So give me a break....
...I'll turn it in next week.
I was just about done last night..
When the attack came..
You see he just came right in,
Holding the gun.
Shot my father in the leg,
And my mom in the arm.
What?
No, I didn't say they were sick,
I said they were shot.
Please give me another chance....
..Guess my excuse is shot.....
Author notes
Excuses, excuses....I heard this one before at my old school. He said two different stories and got caught....lol.....enjoy
A contest entry
- Excuses, Excuses, Excuses, WHATCHA GOT SOBER OR OTHERWISE by Disturbed Prodigy.
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Comments
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see that is why i practiced every lie in my head on my way to school just so i got it just right, keep ti flowing and good luck in the contest
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loved it!
HOW
absolutely INCONSIDERATE of your teacher,
what a MERCILESS heart indeed, (wink-wink)
you think he would have had the DECENCY
to throw you a couple hundred dollar bills
to pay the hospital costs!
Great job on this excuse entry!
I guess you should have brought in props...
a bloody shirt always makes a teacher grimace!
well done, good writing!
ears/Seattle
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