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Gust Becos I Cud Not Spel
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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
Brian Patten
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Chuck Audette (9/13/2006 10:13:00 AM)
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Is this poem about G. Bush? I've seen the note he wrote to C. Rice, and he does like torture.... Hmmm... -chuck
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