Yes, I know how to spell that word.
Yes, I know how to spell that word, but why?
I’ll tell you how I know that word
Although it’s spelling’s quite absurd
And useless to the average bird
Or so, to me, it’s now occurred
Some type of stupid hydrolase
I know, because it was the case
That my insipid teenage face
Was stuck inside a school.
A school, where as a gen’ral rule
We learned, if we were not a fool
How to become one, which was cruel.
The lunchroom served its daily gruel
To rebel and to suck-up tool
Who might inhabit. like a ghoul
The ghost of one once human.
And if I’d had, perhaps, acumen
I might have been a better crewman
And learned, in time, to be a true man
Instead of a flake.
But lo, I sat there like a rock
My brain benumbed as though in shock
By subjects that I thought a crock
And ran from, like a mouse, a hawk
But ultimately failed.
And so I learned, at last, to spell,
These lengthy words borne straight from hell
And perhaps, you did too, as well.
I hope not,
For your sake…
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( … p r o m p t e d … )