I recently found this in a message from Silke. I immediately thought of those people around the world trying to learn English - and of those trying to teach it! I salute all of you. Start after finding your dictionaries and grammar books :-) The flower is for you if you complete the text!
The English
Plural
We'll begin
with a box, and the plural is boxes,
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,
Why
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?
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?
If teachers
taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a
vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
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's not mop?
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