Blog Post #332
It’s World Poetry Day — and everywhere I looked today I saw a poem. A few classics, some originals and several whimsical or humorous. Also, it’s Tuesday and that means — Haikuesday!
First, here is a haiku for World Poetry Day and below that is a poem about the English language. Enjoy!
Raindrops gently fall
the breeze ripples the puddles
a crane flaps overhead
Why English is Hard to Learn
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!