Gust becos I cud not spel <br />It did not mean I was daft <br />When the boys in school red my riting <br />Some of them laffed <br /> <br />But now I am the dictater <br />They have to rite like me <br />Utherwise they cannot pas <br />Ther GCSE <br /> <br />Some of the girls were ok <br />But those who laffed a lot <br />Have al bean rownded up <br />And hav recintly bean shot <br /> <br />The teecher who corrected my speling <br />As not been shot at al <br />But four the last fifteen howers <br />As bean standing up against a wal <br /> <br />He has to stand ther until he can spel <br />Figgymisgrugifooniyn the rite way <br />I think he will stand ther for ever <br />I just inventid it today<br /><br />Brian Patten<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gust-becos-i-cud-not-spel/
