I canny spel
No very wel
I tel all my teechers
They can go too hell
Pomes that I right
Folk think there shite
Notis that wurd
I spelt itt write
Gramer's not fer me
You will agreee
Lerning and that's
Not my cupp of tee
Giv me the prys
Trofy, gold size
Or I wiv my nales
I'll ripp out yoer eyes!
A contest entry
- the best you can do! (for our none acomplished writers) by honey bear.
550 points, ended March 4, 2007, 32 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Too funny!
This poem is so entertaining. And the previous comments just make it even more hilarious! I like that you used an exclamation point at the end. I can hear you in your strange accent shouting your threat. Great job, and thank you!
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thank you for entering and good luck in the contest, i personaly could find no spelling errors although when you started off with "i canny spel" i thought you were introducing yourself and was going to continue with "being of sound mind" but then i thought ..no way!
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lol... verry verry funny! good luck!
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SO Funny!!!
Well you have me really laughing now. My first poem this morning and you sure g0t me in a great mood now. This has to win Gold. Thanks for sharing. Take care, Sandy
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it's anynomous contest, so you might want to remove the name of the author in your comment...
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Vel donn!
I tink yor spelin's chust fain,
an iff yor nott revorded a prais
I will sharpen my naif
an stopp playin nais
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rofl!
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HaHa!
I loved it. i am definately bookmarking this poem. it is hilarious. great work. i'm lovin it. ha ha. keep it up.
-AkaBaki
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