by Kenn Nesbitt
My mother does my homework.
She thinks it’s loads of fun.
She says that she’s just “helping” me
but, soon enough, it’s done.
We sit down at the dinner table
every single night.
She answers all the questions
and she always gets them right.
And now and then, she’ll tell me
I should go and take my bath.
When I get back, I find she’s done
my science and my math.
You’d think that I’d be overjoyed
to never have to work.
But every time she “helps me out”
I nearly go berserk.
I ask if I can do it, but
she shrugs off my requests.
So all my grades are crummy
since she doesn’t take my tests.