My Kat Reeds My Diary F-

A poem by Brittany S. Pierce

My kat red my diary agen

I fink he reads it in bed

I came home last nite

And I was mett with a site

Thair he was

Sitting thair

Watching TeeVee

He saw me wakk in

And laffed at me

I blushed brite red

And he frew poop

at my hed

He was so meen

I started 2 cri

He hurt my fealings

Then I sawe that he

Had pot my diary on the web

I kicked hes buettt

And killed him wif a nife

Whan mom and day came home

I was groundead

That's thee end of my storie

It was vary gorie

Pleaz giv me a good graid

Or else I will bea vary sad

I no that does nott rime

But that is just because I'm out of tyme.

Miss Pierce, this poem is an abomination! Two year olds can spell better than you. I request an immediate meeting on your work to consider what to do about your current F- in every subject. I hope we will be able to help you to the best of our ability.

- Mr. Patherson.