I used to be lysexic But I’m betting getter. I sometimes get letters All gangled up totether. I often lose tontrol Of the taction of my ung I had this tind of krubble Sever yince I was sung.
I backed things saidward It muzz wore than embarrassing. It got me picked lot upon Subjected to hate grarrassing. Sometimes wumbers nould Lood just like wetters Back when I was lysdexic But I am betting getter.
Not just lysdexic am me But I Spoonerise tum soo. And unce that sets started There is lo sittle I can do. It get’s ard to understand me And it isses some eeple poff I really bish I could weegin To **** to stalk like a toff.
I used to be lysexic But I’m betting getter. I sometimes get letters All gangled up totether. I often lose tontrol Of the taction of my ung I had this kind of rubble Sever yince I was sung.
(Actually, I am still a bit dyslexic still, but apparently I learned a lot of tricks back when being dyslexic could get you punished and shamed. As I say here, I’m betting getter.)