I Luv My Speling
Last nite I sat doun kwietly
To get my homework dun.
I had to get my wirds rite
So I studdyd evry wun.
I thort Sir wood be hapy
and pat me on the hed.
But wen he cheked my ansirs,
his fase tirned brite brite red.
“Good heavens Smith,” he yelled at me.
“How could you be so dumb?
I’m going to write a note for you
to take home to your mum.”
I tuk the leter home with me
and wacht mum as she red.
She rote a leter bak to sir
and this is wot it sed.
Dear teecher thank you verry much
for karing bowt my sun.
I’ll help him lern his wurds tonite;
evry singal wun.
syned,
his muthar
© Warren Cox
What a delightful poem. It had me laughing aloud.
That woz verry cind ov her, woznt it. Wot a gud muvver.
O. Deer. Paw kyd.
fun! Thank you.
Enjoyed the humour… but ah.. shouldn’t it have read “Cox” not Smith…?