Wow. This thing.
It's been a long time since I've posted anything here. And it'll probably be even longer before I do again... maybe. Anyway, this was just a little something that I wrote on the drive home from Texas last summer. I thought I'd share it.
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Some find the English language boorish and droll;
Others think it coarse and dull.
Though the verbs are plagued by irregularities,
'Tis rectifiable--simply as the Shakespearean Laertes.
Some things are humorous to the point of absurd.
For example, why's 'abbreviation' such a long word?
Logically there'd be inconsistencies with a word's origin
But that's to be expected with so many of them foreign.
Sadly many berate the beauty of the English language
And this is nothing of which I can assuage.
But with careful consideration and an abverb of two
Some phrases are beautiful, I think. Don't you?
So what if this poem strains itself for a rhyme?
Who cares if I lack proper meter and time?
This prose is meant a testament to one of language's greats.
English, of course, not William Butler Yeats!
Though containing funny words like 'squish' and 'jelly',
Many still master the language such as Byron, Keats, and Shelley.
Even still and at my best I cannot relate
The desecration that I unwaveringly hate
Unfairly forced upon an evolving language so great.
I can only sit back, watch, and unceasingly wait
And continue to hope that it won't be too late
To save such words from an untimely and undeserved fate.
I've written a lot and could surely write more,
But I'd probably drone on and continue to bore.
So then let's stop and even the score
But first I must say one thing, not two, three, or four
Who was it that stated the perfect phrase 'cellar door?'
Why J.R.R. Tolkien it was, undoubtedly, fo' shore.
Yeah, I think it sucks too. But that's what one is to expect after being awake for 20+ hours driving back non-stop from Texas.
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Some find the English language boorish and droll;
Others think it coarse and dull.
Though the verbs are plagued by irregularities,
'Tis rectifiable--simply as the Shakespearean Laertes.
Some things are humorous to the point of absurd.
For example, why's 'abbreviation' such a long word?
Logically there'd be inconsistencies with a word's origin
But that's to be expected with so many of them foreign.
Sadly many berate the beauty of the English language
And this is nothing of which I can assuage.
But with careful consideration and an abverb of two
Some phrases are beautiful, I think. Don't you?
So what if this poem strains itself for a rhyme?
Who cares if I lack proper meter and time?
This prose is meant a testament to one of language's greats.
English, of course, not William Butler Yeats!
Though containing funny words like 'squish' and 'jelly',
Many still master the language such as Byron, Keats, and Shelley.
Even still and at my best I cannot relate
The desecration that I unwaveringly hate
Unfairly forced upon an evolving language so great.
I can only sit back, watch, and unceasingly wait
And continue to hope that it won't be too late
To save such words from an untimely and undeserved fate.
I've written a lot and could surely write more,
But I'd probably drone on and continue to bore.
So then let's stop and even the score
But first I must say one thing, not two, three, or four
Who was it that stated the perfect phrase 'cellar door?'
Why J.R.R. Tolkien it was, undoubtedly, fo' shore.
Yeah, I think it sucks too. But that's what one is to expect after being awake for 20+ hours driving back non-stop from Texas.