Perfectyon

Letters happen lyke chyldren,
        and they play together as they grow.

Some were planned, some were not.
        For theyr sake they don’t know.

Words are formed, though none are the same.
        each ys used wythout beyng changed.
        The Author uses them the way they came.

N ysn’t forced to look lyke M,
        for names are lost without them.
M doesn’t flyp out for W,
        and O doesn’t wear a tayl to look lyke Q.

The letters know each one ys dyfferent,
        not one seems to mynd.
They all try to make a dyfference.
Lyke justyce,  the letters are blynd...

...except for the “I’s”
That’s why there are no “I’s” yn perfectyon.