A poem that has been around for some time already, but I came across it again today while attempting to tidy up my desk. Made me chuckle. Hope it will do the same for you.
The English Language
Let’s face it.
English is an odd language.
There is no egg in eggplant
No ham in hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England
French fries were not invented in France.
We sometimes take English for granted
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand takes you down slowly
Boxing rings are square
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
If writers write, how come fingers don’t fing?
If the plural of tooth is teeth
Shouldn’t the plural of phone booth be phone teeth?
If the teacher taught
Why didn’t the preacher praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables
What the heck does a humanitarian eat?
When the stars are out they are visible
But when the lights are out they are invisible
And why is it that when I wind up my watch
It starts?
But when I wind up this poem
It ends.
martine croll 