I get up bright and early
Raring to go to school,
I peer into the larder
Where I'd left 'it' to cool.
But I find an empty plate,
Where last night 'it' had stood
And a note, in jam, from Dad,
"Yum, that was mighty good."
I trudged to school dejected,
I couldn't hide the fact,
Dad ate my Food Tech homework,
But who would swallow that?
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