The Dyslexic Teop
I rebmemer when I was a cute, little dik
underneath my steehsdeb I would slip.
retfA finishing one fo Dad’s chocolate stressed -
ymmoM would daer me The Three elttiL sgiP.
As I nageb to worg into a fine, erutam nam
I wenk I was different morf other fellas -
Didn’t want to daer Ayn Rand’s - The deahFountain
I was totally derutparne by Keats and yellehS.
And when it emac to a laugh-aloud eritas -
my admired rotnem was Sir Odgen hsaN.
For erom deeper prose I’d inhale the segap
fo words penned by Plath and notxeS Anne.
Edward eeblA is my etirovaf playwright -
I am in total ewa fo his powerful sdrow
and I truly leef his most gninnuts masterpiece
is “Who’s Afraid fo Virginia flooW?"
I have gib dreams fo being famous eno yad -
like a Eugene Neill’O or na Arthur relliM.
But in redro for one ot rehpiced my writings
they’ll have ot hold it ni front fo their rorrim.
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