A Dum(b) R(h)yme
I dunno ’bout this silent “b”,
cos it seems flamin’ strange ter me
that letters (w)ritten disappear,
a si(g)n that somethin’s (w)rong, I fear,
wiv English an’ the way it’s tau(gh)t,
fer all me learnin’ comes ter nau(gh)t!
I dunno w(h)y or even w(h)en
it started orf, but then agen,
I g(u)ess sum things we need ter (k)now
are lost in days uv long ago.
This ta(l)kin’ shou(l)d be easy stuff…
instead they makes it bloody tuff!
But one thing really gets me goat
wiv all these crazy things I’ve (w)rote.
It sends me w(h)acko, round the twist,
them little squiggles w(h)at get missed
in words like (p)sychotherapee…
’ow can there be a silent “p”?
David