The Forgetful Student

When I arrived at school today

I felt extremely bad.

I’d forgotten to do my homework

and my teacher got quite mad.

She said, ‘You’re very forgetful,’

and she tapped me on the head.

‘Do you think you can fix the problem?’

‘Of course I can,’ I said.

When I awoke next morning,

my homework was complete.

I put it in my schoolbag,

then headed down the street.

And when I arrived at school,

I didn’t know what to say.

Not a soul turned up for class,

because it was Saturday.