We Have a Word for That.
by cricketjeff on April 20, 2019. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A fortnight means a space of fourteen days
And thrice is three times, that you have to know;
On every tongue where English language plays
A hint of home’s unwittingly on show.
And written words will follow different rules
Some old, some new, and very few make sense
The wise see games where rows are had by fools
Without the brains to sit upon the fence.
A two-way street of silliness is there
To puzzle, or annoy when nerves are raw
I do my best to seem both wise and fair
But Kansas ought to rhyme with Arkansas!
And though I know no accent’s truly rotten,
No power on Earth could make me utter “gotten”!
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