|Don’t you sympathize with anyone learning English as a second 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 one may be that, and three would be those,
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing,
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop?
If you deal or have dealt in words in some way this will amuse you……….