My Pweematry

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


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