once dyslexic

Letters were mad hat interlopers I cannot decipher them Eeties at Hoppies was my diction for Sweets at Shops when i was four Its hard being a dyslexic Oh boy I feel so out of it with my younger sisters picking it up so easily I eagerly learnt new words by sound alone but sometimes I miscued I felt half baked but my love of History became my bastion Orally laid down by my Father I had something to boast to my peers about