Cos!

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.