I once knew a man who could spell,
and he could do it very well.
He’d spell words that were quite long;
he knew where each letter did belong.
It’s most obvious that he was old
‘cos he spelled word like he’d been told
by teachers who understood the need
that young minds needed wisdom’s feed.
For the young today there is no care;
they just put the letters anywhere
and hope that somewhere down the track
someone will understand and then write back
in more written words that don’t exist,
but I think they can learn if we persist
in spelling words as a sample
so they can learn by our example.
If we resist the urge to spell it quick
in those newfangled words that make me sick
then hieroglyphics won’t become
the text of a generation we’ve made dumb.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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