Now I's gots all fours and fives <br />But it brings me moes mo strength <br />Makes me precerate doze sixes mo, <br />An it duz doze fives mo, too. <br />So I tried ta talk to da masser, <br />But he runs an ees hidden too. <br />But den again, I knows <br />Dat da master done tol' me <br />He never attackded me. <br />An ees da master. <br />So hell, maybe I aint’s <br />No poet no ways. <br />But at least I ain’ts <br />No lieing critique. <br />A hound ta be put down.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorry-masser/
