Try To Rite a Peom With Misteakss

kan you rite a poem with spelling misteakss?
I can try, butt it will not be easy of coarse.
To my died hair I take out my thinkers and rakes.
can we do this? I ask my brin. He is my diving force.

Better five up, he says. not amused. we Kan’t do it.
We never make any Mestakes. We are too kool.
But I am not a proginisticator so I try to think thru it.
Forgettting all that junk we learned in skooooooolllll.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Hawkins Avatar
February 20, 2021 at 10:30 PM
U R SEW RITE GRATE POME Hueman faylins wee awl haf em ( eye no thiss )
Krutsinger Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 3:22 AM
eye luv this comint
Hinshaw Avatar
February 20, 2021 at 10:02 AM
Luv yore rite, Caren! Eye like two right homophones end wish aye cud come up with moor. Best too ewe - Bob
Krutsinger Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 3:23 AM
these comints are maykin mee smiiiile
Hankins Avatar
February 20, 2021 at 9:14 AM
LOL. I got quite a kick out of this one, Caren. Unfortunately, I often find my mistake after the poem is in print...then I am so embarrassed, as though a spelling mistake defines my whole life! Silly! Reminds me no one is perfect.
Krutsinger Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 3:25 AM
Milton, it was so difficult for me to do this! I had to really really try. Spell check usually corrects everything so I dared not use it as this was for a specific contest. I am glad to remind you that no one is perfect and no poem is either.
Theraven Avatar
February 20, 2021 at 9:14 AM
Caren, I luv kewl poits rgat haf fwends liek yoorz.. -Rachel
Krutsinger Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 3:23 AM
o am sew glid u stepped bye!
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