The Spelling Hell Poem by Sasikala Kamandula

“Today my ma’m told how to spell
The words though bigger and messy and fishy;
We really enjoyed the class very well
And learnt to power the spelling hell! ”

My third grade tot declared with a yell
Tossing the bag and cap in swell
Springing on the chair at the dining table
He started explaining in practical.

He spotted my dairy and took it in his hand
‘'Ac-com-mo-da-tion’ and ‘at-ten-dance, '’
We felt very happy at the boy’s elegance;
And then he spelt –'‘phy-si-o-the-rapist'!