My man sed I culd rite a poum
About anything I wanted.
He sed it wus purty easy
And I shuldn't be daunted.
Sew here I go 2 du my best
At puttin wurds tugether
To tell a story abowt
Oh, maybe the weather.
We shur wish we had sum rain
Cus it's awful, awful dry.
Those peples who raise cows
Can't du much but cry.
Sumtymes we hear noises
Way up in the sky
But it ain't thunder,
Jist ayrplanes passing by.
Sumtymes it gets really black
And the wind starts to blow.
Then the litnin flashes and
I get skared, U no.
Cus litnin cums B4 the thunder
(Or is it the other way round)
I don't lyke litnin flashes
Or the thunder sound.
But wat I du lyke
Is the sound of rain.
Comin down so nice and quiet
And splashin on the windo pain.
Well, I rote a poum,
The first I ever did.
My man sed sum wurds 2 me.
They were "atta bear, kid."