In the 10th grade my English teacher taught me very much
Like how to read and write real good and grammar things and such
But one thing that eluded me was how it always seemed to seem
That she struggled with this word so much, she called a poem: “pweem”
“What’s this” you ask?
“What’s that” you say?
“What ever do you mean?”
Well, like I said
What you just read
She called all poems: “pweems”
“What in the world?”
I know it, right?!
It makes no sense at all
All other words she said just fine
Except for this one, ya’ll
So now I guess I have to beg forgiveness, it’s not me
I promise that it’s her fault when you read this…Pweematry
How the World Should Work 