27 Mar 18
Originally posted by @indonesia-philShould we start a RHP Poetry competition 😉
There are many anomalies in the dear old English language, and I have made so bold as to compose a limerick concerning one of them, so with your permission;
If a womb is the place we begin it
And a tomb we put dead people in it
Then a comb should be coomb
And a bomb should go boom
It' a funny old language though, innit.
Well done
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27 Mar 18
Originally posted by @indonesia-philHahahahahaha!!!
There are many anomalies in the dear old English language, and I have made so bold as to compose a limerick concerning one of them, so with your permission;
If a womb is the place we begin it
And a tomb we put dead people in it
Then a comb should be coomb
And a bomb should go boom
It' a funny old language though, innit.
Very nice IP!
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27 Mar 18
Originally posted by @ponderableAbsolutely! That sounds fun.
Should we start a RHP Poetry competition 😉
Well done
27 Mar 18
Originally posted by @wolfe63Thanks, and since one seems to be on a bit of a roll, one should not underestimate the power and meaning of numbers in the English language;
Hahahahahaha!!!
Very nice IP!
There once was a fellow called Evans
Worked nine to five in some Seven Elevens
He has been of late
In a right two and eight
And now he's at sixes and sevens.
27 Mar 18
Originally posted by @indonesia-philThat's rather good.
There are many anomalies in the dear old English language, and I have made so bold as to compose a limerick concerning one of them, so with your permission;
If a womb is the place we begin it
And a tomb we put dead people in it
Then a comb should be coomb
And a bomb should go boom
It' a funny old language though, innit.
And original I hope.
28 Mar 18
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Originally posted by @wolfgang59Your hope is fulfilled, I wouldn't claim anything which wasn't mine, just for the record.
That's rather good.
And original I hope.
Anyway I doubt if anyone would want to claim it!??
29 Mar 18
Originally posted by @indonesia-philThere was a poem I remember someone writing on a school blackboard. The last line was written "she coughed until her hat blough ough".
Your hope is fulfilled, I wouldn't claim anything which wasn't mine, just for the record.
Anyway I doubt if anyone would want to claim it!??
The words included cough, through, ought, bough, rough and there may have been others, all different-sounding "ough" words.
Can anyone remember the poem?
29 Mar 18
Originally posted by @kewpieFound it, written by Bennet Cerf.
There was a poem I remember someone writing on a school blackboard. The last line was written "she coughed until her hat blough ough".
The words included cough, through, ought, bough, rough and there may have been others, all different-sounding "ough" words.
Can anyone remember the poem?
The wind was rough
And cold and blough;
She kept her hands inside her mough.
It chilled her through,
Her nose turned blough,
And still the squall the faster flough.
And yet although
There was no snough,
The weather was a cruel fough.
It made her cough,
(Please do not scough);
She coughed until her hat blew ough.
It seems there are a possible 9 pronunciations, covered in this sentence:
Though a rough cough and hiccoughs ploughed through him, he houghed the horse with thorough thoughtfulness
29 Mar 18
Originally posted by @indonesia-philSplendid!
Thanks, and since one seems to be on a bit of a roll, one should not underestimate the power and meaning of numbers in the English language;
There once was a fellow called Evans
Worked nine to five in some Seven Elevens
He has been of late
In a right two and eight
And now he's at sixes and sevens.