Err, miss you know, <br />My book has died, <br />It had my homework, <br />I've not lied. <br /> <br />I was at my cousins place, <br />My book was upstairs, <br />The house, we had an earthquake, <br />I really do cares. <br /> <br />It well, just got battered, <br />It wasn't able to live, <br />I grabbed, its hand, <br />But it couldn't give. <br /> <br />I then just ran out, <br />I felt like, to cry, <br />That's my story miss, <br />My book had to die... <br /> <br />Err, miss you know, <br />My book has died, <br />It had my homework, <br />This time it fried... <br /> <br /> <br />(written especially in lower class English to give effect)<br /><br />Viraj Bhanshaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/excuses-excuses-excuses/
