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
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2025
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