Bholed Owr Greightness

We R Soupereor

Two all uhthr crechurs

Owr brayns R whyse

And hellp us kreate

We bilt a wurld

Abuhv the uhntamd whyld

Pruving owr soupereorite

Owr citees wil nevr fal

Bkaws we bilt two last

Owr wurks wil b remembrd

Aftr we R gon

The beests nv us

For tha wil nevr rech

The levls that we threyev

 

(I found this poem sitting by itself in an old folder.  It was done specifically to mess with a friend who was always correcting grammar and spelling.)

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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11 Responses to Bholed Owr Greightness

  1. Well gosh! I understood that perfectly…. what does that make me? LOL

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    • Charles Yallowitz's avatar slepsnor says:

      I remember reading an article years ago that said the human mind can translate misspelled words better than we give it credit for. A person looking for mistakes is more likely to find them while a person who isn’t paying attention and just reading could pass them over. That might have been something I was trying to emulate since I wrote this years ago.

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  2. Xorplon's avatar Xorplon says:

    Read it perfectly too. Genius idea. Love it

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  3. myabsolutefragileessenceseries's avatar rawencounterswithestella says:

    This is great! I love this! & I normally hate misspelled words but you made this fun! 🙂

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