The dog ate my homework, is a manner of speaking
To explain with statements approaching veracity
When perhaps some rationale you are seeking
While perhaps the task has exceeded your capacity
And into the abyss of excuses you easily slide
With reasons piled on reasons of why you did not
Those within earshot can hardly abide
And you yourself after a while into the story line are bought
Yesterday, it appears I missed a daily post
When I had committed to a little prose every day for while
I did pen something yesterday but the server was toast
And the queue for postings was longer than a mile
And the database absorbed the malware’s cookies into it
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it
Barb's True Stories 
Sometimes this excuse is true. Last year I had to go red-faced to the bank and request another RRSP contribution statement – because my dog ate it! If I come home late and Whiskey’s mad about it he looks for something to tear up and somehow got hold of the envelope – I could only piece bits together…
And that’s a true story!
A Sonnet!!! I am impressed.
I am trying.