04 July 2010

Ode to orthography

Will the gods rein in this reign of rain?
Only if we write the right rite.
Flee, flea! Bye-bye! Buy by the sea you see;
The oarsman rows where the rows of rose rose.

At Yule you'll know no doubt
That you're your own hero of yore.
Hoard what the horde whored out
And we'll wheel out a way to weigh the whey.

So sew a veil for this vale of tears;
If no new gnu knew, wood would steal steel.
Let Hugh hew to his coarse course;
Let the foul fowl sip from the vile vial.

Don the bridal bridle, for four is two too many, to many.
Send a male to mail lyres to liars;
When they're there, their mite might tell
Which witch I eye, for its nose knows.

Was Abel able to cane Cain?
Test his mettle with metal, pluck a mote from the moat?
Should you bow to a yew bough, or a beach beech,
Pay a fair fare for the fairy ferry, as the gays gaze?

Let a dodo give a doe dough and not knot it up,
And she'll counsel the council to tax tacks.
On the isle I'll seek a Sikh, and cite this site on sight;
At least I leased it from a lesser lessor!


Blogger Ranch Chimp said...

Is this for a politician or a preacher? :) .... Just kiddin Guy, thought it was funy though!

05 July, 2010 01:53  
Blogger Sunny Insomniac said...


Wow! Was this original?? You're a genius with wordplay!

~Sunny Insomniac

05 July, 2010 13:38  
Blogger Infidel753 said...

Yes, I wrote it -- actually years ago. I ran across this yesterday while going through a box of old stuff, and decided to post it. I do vaguely remember writing it -- not for politicians or preachers but out of irritation with the propensity of some to confuse homonyms (writing "hoard" when they mean "horde", for example).

05 July, 2010 15:36  

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