This was send to me via email, you will never look at things the same again.
ONLY THE ENGLISH COULD HAVE INVENTED THIS LANGUAGE !!!
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,
Then 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!
Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant
nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.
We take English for granted,
but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly,
boxing rings are square,
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea
nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write
but fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce
and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends
but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
And get rid of all but one of them,
what do you call it?
If teachers taught,
why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables,
what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play
and play at a recital?
We ship by truck
but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run
and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway
and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
In which your house can burn up
as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form
by filling it out,
And in which an alarm goes off
by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop,
how come Mother is not Mop?
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