Once clearly on a turmoileous day
When I had sat poetizing away
My thoughts did boil and frubble out
And poured confuddle as I walked about
They called it junkbage and useless trash
Perplexifused friends left in a flash
Called me obtuspid for my grammar crimes
Abandonied me and my silly rhymes
Furiously as I did scribblite
I never manchieved to get it right
Thunkled I carefully in my head
"I will attemture something else instead"
Long I labuggled to find a career
Now I am joytent, as you may hear
Finally, three yearages later
I am an English professificator!