My spelin ain\'t that good
My gramer isn\'t cleer
I don\'t dangle participles
And fink a apostrffy is queeer
So I try me best in Englissh
To put me forts on paper
I wont to say whats in me art
But smart like they do on telly
So I red this book on language
And wot sort of words to rime
Well I only red a little bit
Co\'s I didnt have much time
I\'ve put a ti on like the gents do
to help me do it posh
It\'s holding up me jeens
So you no I luvvies you lots
So here it goes my poem
And I promiss not to fart
I love u more than football
Now thats wots in my Hart.