Friday, January 2, 2009


On October 21, 2008, I gave my readers a list of TWISTED LINGUISTICS blasfomys and asked them to write poetry with them. I had only one taker, Bilbo, but he did a bang-up job.

People’s spelling’s gone to pot,
I don’t know how to handle this;
When words like “viddles” and “wherf” abound,
It’s nothing short of scandulous!

(And more to the point, ridiculious!)

Not any more can one still have
A pleasant conversatioin;
When words are spelled so cavalierly
All across the natioin.

It’s time to say our catacism –
Pray it long and loud;
That we avoid the cataclysm
Of the foully-spelling crowd.

So take your misspelled words away,
Submit them for proper wharehousing;
And then go back to what you do best:
Linguistically carousing.


Femin Susan said...

Wow, you have a great poetic heart! Keep up the great posts….. Good job!

Palm Springs Savant said...

I thought I'd stop by and see what you have been up to. I'm enjoying reading through here Serena!

Serena said...

Thanks, Femin Susan, and thanks for stopping by. I'm glad you enjoyed my motley collection of twisted poetry.:)

Hey, Rick - long time, no see. Thanks for the visit and the comment. My roving band of rogue poets will appreciate it, too.