Gust Becos I Cud Not Spel

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