Writes And Wrongs!

Deer Lord, teech me to write reel good Sew that my words are understood And folks apreciate my stuff About the girls I used to love... Deer Lord teech me to spell words rite Sew that they wont give folks a frite And make them gasp in shock at me Each time they reed my poetry... Deer Lord think back on all Ive done Before the day I found your son And my hole life began to change Cos writing rimes is reely strange... I never wrote like this before But grant me guydance now for shore Else Ill just wander like a clowd Another face within a crowd... Deer Lord I hope for better things Just like the angels with their wings That sore above the hills and dales Despite the storms... despite the gales... Ill face my tribbles like a man And humply do the best I can Sew one day youll be proud of me And my fantastic poetry! Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2014.