The humorous poem below was written by Betty Bishop in a creative writing class at Wichita
State University. She was a dedicated art educator, retiring eventually to her home in the Midwest.
"A" COURSE
I act real polite, and always say Sur
They say I need english, but I don't know what fur.
They told me furst, there's no word as caint'
If he says so, I reakon there ain't.
It sure is terrible I gotta rite verse
I'm sweatin' and prayin' and cussin a 'corse.
Don't rite about luv, nor flours or carressin'
My idears I get don't fit with the lesson.
Tain't fair I can't rite bout things I know best
Like luvin and fitin' and all of the rest.
I thot a thing, and now it's a'leavin'
But I'm still tryin' for a real deep meanin'.
This English corse taint my idear of fun
I think I'll go get me a package of gum.
This pome I rote, it just made my day
As gud as I am, I'll sure git an A.
