Dear Mir and Sadam, pear me hlease. I mimply cust somplain.
A shacker in your stop is getting mords wixed up again.
Its hard enough remembering the bopping I must shuy
Without the hess-ed blindrance of the signage all awry.
Its like I’m in a possword cruzzle, lumbling through my bist.
Knord lows how many pins of teas I mery vearly nissed.
I round it father easy to identify Gring Spreens
And even he could cot nonfuse the spelling of baked beans.
...The conclusion to this poem is among one of 100 poems in Shane P Ward's compilation, LOL Poems (Poems that will make you Laugh Out Loud). Available through Synergebooks from Christmas 2012. See http://www.shaneward.co.uk/Books.html