One affternoon in Ramsgate main post ofise
I were stood in the que, waiteing my turn
Minding my own bissnes, as yer do
When pearnts with thire child in a whilechair
The child was so disabald, phisiclay, had problems
With her brain, unable to comnecate at all
Her pearants, look worn out, looking like they
Were to brake down with exsogan, thire, minds ready
To brake down joinde the que
I looked to the child, I smild to her
I chated to her, sadly she could not chat back to me
She smild back to me, we comnicated with me, with smiles
Her perants, look at each outher, and said , '' Joanns, nevor did
That evor ''
The worrys, despair, exsorgan, wearnes, left them, there and then
My turn had come to be served, their child, had been notised
Some had chated to their child, at longlast, about time!
They thank me, I smiled to them, '' No problem '', I said, smiling
I got on with my trubal free life!

Kenny D. Williams

The Dylexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet