What do you say to 'Oh Why Can't Poets And The English Learn To Speak?' mawnin pome?

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elyslund

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Obliqueness can be boring at beast,
with sharp pointy horns, pause of feat,
Oh why cain't the English learn to speak?
And right the wrungs of there defeat?

Righting a poem can be frisky, the learned
stakes on much risky, the our of hour
discontent, brought on bye winter brooks.
Righting bye candlelite is beast to no...

Obtuse is much bitter, biter of phases...
daze of the pulpit ovary gowned down,
shouldered shrouds caul lawdy, singe
that steeple chaste, and win won fore

The gipper of roses, poses, hoses
running races to a sacral graven...

Jabberwocky never dyed...
This is liven proof...

Good Morning! Good Morning!
Ya'llses!
Just an excercise in words, and double meanings...

Jabberwocky never dyed...
This is leaving proof...<<<that's how it should reed....heheheheheheeeeee!
Tater...bye Jove, you've got it!!!!!!
Would you believe there's a real name for this sort of writing...done forgot. But, it was brought up in an English course, long ago, and you don't understand the words...you feel the meaning. Seemingly jibberish, but wasn't Jabberwocky seemingly gibberish too?
Neon...that would be...chickery, dockery, doc, moose upsit the cluck, chick one won, hades fun, down claim the pillar....
 
Our language is in safe hands, but there is no safety net.

Bumby. (Soon to be a musical animation.)

Once apin a timbly time
The forest shook with frighty-fear
the culprit of this heinous crime
a nasty-wasty baby deer
with big doe-eyes and flickety ears
and spindly-windly legs
with every step it farty-wartied
The focker stunk of rotten eggs!
 
Good Morning Cutie Pie!
I just piled outta bed, turned the puter on, and read this. I needed a second cup of caffeine to sort this out in my mind (chuckle). My first thought was Holy Smokes! It takes real talent, and absolute understanding of the English language, to write what you wrote. Good job! Thanks for sharing.
 
Fun this is and fun you be
writing tongue jibberish
for all of us to read
and wonder in the passing day
what did she really mean!
Good morning.
 
Elys!!!
Ete gits oost to spelinas like thet evry day in my A&ee cumoonekashons and sutighms think its normaul.
I think you all ought to be repotted and tken to tusk for aboos of the spell checher.
It wount ow i was tort at my skool to speek or rite inglish.
 
When Chaucer would understand our language better than we, then are we regressing or evolving? They say English is now a million words strong. How about we just learn a good ten thousand to get along? Maybe then the word "peace" would not be so hard to understand! Unless that is number 10,001!

Fun write but I would like to know what meaning you place with the word 'chicory'? I am thinking it might be a metaphor for Nawlins corn likker! lol
 
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