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: