My work slopes upward left to right
A definate upward slope
I got the sack again last night
Why am I full hope?

I overtrace my round stroke
"Secretive?" - that's not true
You ask me how I know, folk?
Well I'm certainly not telling you!

High and heavy t-bars
Strong willed, ambitious too
At school I got the most stars
And I bet I can beat you too!

I have soft-formed final letters
You know what that means too
I'm yielding to my betters
I'd be so good to you!

T and d strokes are surprising
Twice mundane you will see
And even more they're rising
I say there, look at me!

No complicated hooks or loops
Adorn my nice round strokes
No mental jumping through the hoops
I'm Frank with all you blokes

I'm told I've got an AB slant
Was it caused by an incision?
I know Aby's Jewish - still I can't
Remember the circumcision!

Speaker 2

My t-bars fly away I'm told
I'll tempered (it says) but it lies
Just say that once more and your blood will run cold
When I give you a bunch of fives

My writing slopes down across the page
Just like a sloping shelf
I'd blow my brains out in a rage
But I bet I'd miss myself

My t-bars are written very low
I'm sure you think I should
Be masterful - put on a show
But I really don't think I could

My t's and d's are very small
No bigger than an elf
I don't think like other folk at all
I think things for myself

In m's no v-formation
Is there for you to heed
I believe all information
That's there for me to read

I often make a heavy blot
Sometimes a corrugation
If to my bedroom you care to trot
I can promise a sensual sensation

I'm sure there are many other traits
So obvious that they shout
As obvious as to you my mates
That I don't know what I'm writing about!