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.
