Sunday, 19 October 2014

The Sunday Posts 2014/ The King's English




 I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, slough and through.

Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard but sounds like bird.
And dead: It’s said like bed, not bead --
For goodness’ sake, don’t call it deed!

Watch out for meat and great and threat…
They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.
A moth is not the moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, nor broth in brother.

And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,
And then there’s dose and rose and lose --
Just look them up -- and goose and choose.

And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go, then thwart and cart,
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Why, sakes alive!
I’d learned to speak it when I was five.
And yet, to write it, the more I tried,
I hadn’t learned it at fifty-five.

Anon
Photo by Alistair.

3 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Crikey, now I'm nervous to venture out on the page! heheheh, a good one Alistair. Hope your week's looking good. YAM xx

Alistair said...

It's no' looking bad at all.

Cheers Yamini!

Bovey Belle said...

Love that poem, and it really makes you realize how quirky the English language is.

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