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When I read the silliness poem my daughter had
written, I asked her permission to put it online and wondered whether
she might have gotten the spelling of a few words wrong 'cause my
spell check took exception to some of the words, like "armes."
She pointed out that armes is the correct answer for "French
weapons" and that "The Jabberwocky," that marvelously
creative poem by Lewis Carroll, wasn't proper English either.
Incidentally, if you want to explore the glorious
nonsense of "The Jabberwocky," you can read the poem and
learn more about such wonderful silliness than you ever imagined
possible in Jabberwockies
in Print, Song and Stranger Places on the Jabberwocky!
site.
And here are other thoughts about words and spelling.
Ode to the Spell Checker!
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
Anonymous
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Crossworsd Po'm
The Druids came in rebel form
Their armes an ocher hue
But fast they found the ancient land
Had lost its joyous tune
So cautiously they left behind
That dreadful land of yore
With nosy spaniels soon they fled
The bogies of before
At soonest date they set their sails
To see what they might find
With hardy looks and rapier wit
And mouthwash on their minds
For weeks on Isar down they went
With teems of shes and hims
Then Uncle Roger blew his horn
With very grateful limbs
A bright new land with much to offer
Was all that they could see
Anon they anointed the shiny world
With lager and barrels of tea
A soothful crone met them on board
Her hood a lovely puce
To welcome in the newcome folks
And set them out footloose
"Seek the land," she asserted
loud
But do not legislate.
For if you do you'll only find
Great pain and much heartache."
So cautiously they went ashore
Through lanes the natives set
Seeking lucre from the land
To pay their foreign debts
But more than wealth, they quickly found
A life of greater giving
Free of hate, and death, and war
No tsar to roast their living
They lived in tipis in the wild
And kissed their lovely wives
And cried in glee and merriment
While playing CDs of Burl Ives
QED (the end)
By Rebecca Harder
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