Gust becos I cud not spel
It did not mean I was daft
When the boys in school red my riting
Some of them laffed
But now I am the dictater
They have to rite like me
Utherwise they cannot pas
Ther GCSE
Some of the girls were ok
But those who laffed a lot
Have al bean rownded up
And hav recintly bean shot
The teecher who corrected my speling
As not been shot at al
But four the last fifteen howers
As bean standing up against a wal
He has to stand ther until he can spel
Figgymisgrugifooniyn the rite way
I think he will stand ther for ever
I just inventid it today
Is this poem about G. Bush? I've seen the note he wrote to C. Rice, and he does like torture.... Hmmm... -chuck
Great poem; I'm annotating it for English class. Dos anyone know when it was written? ? 0_0
I really like this poem because I have dyslexia and I am a kid and it cind of describes me
This is the funniest thing I've seen for quite some time. I have voted it a ten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
isn't this poem wonderful?
I love but l'm miffed as it is longer than 300 characters, while my own comment on the poem is being disallowed and they keep asking me to offer up 10 to 300 characters. So l cant submit