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THE DYSLEXIC DYSCALCULIA MAN

I'm a lexdysia dyslexical,
Tinnitus type of man.
Who writes what ever,
Whenever he can.

It's the alphabetical spell check,
That lends me a hand.
So I choose to use it,
Whenever I can.

The one that I use,
Isn't perfect you see.
In fact I think,
It's dyslexic like me.

I say something like,
Tre bien my friend.
It comes out as;
Try being my friend.
So if a spell check,
Won't spell check?
Where will it end.

At least a calculator,
Calculates otherwise.
Were would someone like me,
A dyscalculia dyslexic git be.

There were no calculators,
Back in my school days.
My mind it did maths,
In different ways.

I could do calculus,
Within my own head.
Me knowing the answer?
I must have been copying,
At least that's what they said.

No matter how much I tried,
I couldn't put my working out down.
They all agreed I must have lied.

One day in the future,
Something traumatised me.
I no longer had the ability,
It felt like losing a limb.
Losing the ability to do maths,
What a state I was in.

Three months later,
Part of it came back.
Although calculations as before,
Is something I lack.

So if you come across someone,
Who's cool and calculating.
Like no other, That's not me.
That's one of my brother's.
( The live one that is ).

Poetry by Alan J Ripley