The Chaos - a poem
I had run into bastardized versions of this poem several times before.
Finally found the original.
The Chaos by Gerard Nolst Trenité
Here are the first five stanzas:
Dearest creature in creation
Studying English pronunciation,
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse and worse.
I will keep you, Susy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy;
Tear in eye, your dress you'll tear;
Queer, fair seer, hear my prayer.
Pray, console your loving poet,
Make my coat look new, dear, sew it!
Just compare heart, hear and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word.
Sword and sward, retain and Britain
(Mind the latter how it's written).
Made has not the sound of bade,
Say-said, pay-paid, laid but plaid.
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as vague and ague,
But be careful how you speak,
Say: gush, bush, steak, streak, break, bleak,
Just the thing to print out and hand to someone for whom English is not their first language... And there are 52 more stanzas to go!
Posted by DaveH at October 21, 2007 1:14 PM