This is my Favourite poem. I found it in a book and read it every night, then I knew it off by heart!!!

Excuses, Excuses Late again, Blenkinsopp? What's the excuse this time? Not my fault, sir. Whose fault is it then? Grandma's, sir. Grandma's? What did she do? She died, sir. Died? She is seriously dead all right, sir. That makes four grandmothers this term, Blenkinsopp. And all on P.E. days. I know. Its very upsetting, sir. How many granmothers have you got, Blenkinsopp? Grandmothers, sir? None, sir. you said you had four? All dead, sir. And what about yesterday, Blenkinsopp? What about yesterday, sir? You were absent yesterday. That was the dentist, sir. The dentist died? No, sir. My teeth, sir. You missed the maths test, Blenkinsopp. I'd been looking forward to it, sir. Right. Line up for P.E. can't sir. No such word as can't, Blenkinsopp. No kit, sir. Where is it? Home, sir. What's it doing at home? Not ironed, sir. Couldn't you iron it? Can't, sir. Why not? Bad hand, sir. Who usually does it? Grandma, sir. Why couldn't she do it? Dead, sir. Surendra kushwaha Blog written by Sophie Ladley