““Jason stood up. "I can do this. I know I can. I think I've actually got something." "That's the spirit," said Troy. "Go ahead." Jason nodded and began to speak: "When I'm feeling down and kind of crazy, I come down here to the cafeteria lady, Sloppy joes, burgers, fries and spaghetti, When I have a problem, she make me forget-ee." Some groans came from the next table. "What?" Jason asked, blinking blankly. "What's wrong with that poem?" "Sorry to break the news," said Chad, "but there's no such word as 'forget-ee',””
