Lost Fork Turns Up In The Jug

I couldn’t understand school ... couldn’t get the hang of it. I was a bit...backward. Couldn’t spell Mississippi to save my life. Tripped up over all those s’s...how many p’s? Always terrified Satan would emerge in a sheet of sulphuric flame: “Can’t spell Mississippi...ha! ” and drag me down to Hell. Why did anyone want to spell Mississippi for? But I could spell it (sdrawkcab) ...backwards. Ip-pis-sis-sim! Or my name even Llanod Yespmed. I could dream... but they never taught us to in school Just boring stuff like you should never ever split an infinitive (like why...would you die) or that 1 & 1 is always 2 ... when I knew that wasn’t always true! (for Miss Treat)