The poet who couldn’t spell
lived in heel when he really lived in hell
all the stories he could teal
were all the stories he could never tell
but he had this to say
“50 pounds pushed with a pecker
pour man Paul purchased a spill checker
put it on and pushed the keys
Paul’s spill checker spills as bad as me”
the poet who couldn’t spell
wrote his stories wrong
but told them well
like when he meant to write smile
when he actually wrote smell
made his poems very confusing
or sometimes funny as heel