The Furst Poem Poem by Denis Martindale

This is me fairy furst poem
Wot I effer rote
So I arsk pleez pay attenshun.
Rite now and pleez take note.
Its true I avent got a clue
But I will try me best
Yule sea if I can sea it throo.
May be yule be imprest.
I hope you share it wiv yor frends.
Its gud too av a go.
I like too keep fokes in suspence
Too reed lions too and fro.
Frum left too rite and bak agin
Not knowin wot cums next.
Yet ware it ends I know not wen.
Like you Im sumtimes vext.
Im aving fun wiv rimes like thees.
Ive writen me furst harf.
Ill reech the end by slow deekrees
And may be make you larf.
Hour teecher says Ive got a gift.
I'm kwite the laidees man.
And may be soon she mite get kist.
Thats allways been me plan.
Ill share this soon and then wheel sea.
Purrhaps ten out off ten.
If less than five no moor frum me.
Ill neffer rite agin!