There were this bloke
Who always smiling
A man of crakt jokes

Infernet jester
All the wile

He could be wicked
An operchonist

It has to be said!

He'd hear pepole chating
He would like flint
Say somert, outrages!
In jest he'd he would say
As and when, he heard somert said!

They would taken back in shoke
And largh, smile with the unkown bloke!
Few knowe his name
But thire daly lives, all the better for the by chance metting
Some time he past away, thoue non know he had
'Cos he left his smile behind, as like the Cheshear Cat!

Kenny D. Williams

The Dyslexic Worddmith Ov Thanet