Rotten reader

I'm a really rotten reader
The worst in all the class
The sort of rotten reader
That makes you want to laugh

I'm last in all the reading tests
My scores not on the page
And when I read to teacher
She gets in such a rage

She says I cannot form my words
She says I can't build up
And that I don't know phonic
And don't know c-a-t from c-u-p

They say that I'm dyslexic
(that's a word they've just found out)
........but when I get some plastercine
I know what that's about

I make these super models
I build these smashing towers
That reach up to the ceiling
And take me hours and hours

I paint these lovely pictures
In thick green drippy paint
That gets on all the carpet
And makes the cleaners faint

I play my world of real believe
I play it every day
And teachers stand and watch me
But don't know what to say

They gave me diagnostic tests
They try out reading schemes
But none of them will ever know
The colour of my dreams