Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Forgotten positives....

Here's a poem I came across a few days ago, which is a rather intelligent display of a few peculiarities of the English language....

A very Descript Man

I am such a dolent man,
I eptly work each day;
My acts are all becilic,
I've just ane things to say.

My nerves are strung, my hair is kempt,
I'm gusting and I'm span:
I look with dain on everyone
And am a pudent man.

I travel cognito and make
A delible impression:
I overcome a slight chalance,
With gruntled self-possession.

My dignation would be great
If I should digent be:
I trust my vagance will bring
An astrous life for me.
J H Parker

1 comment:

T. Mukherjee said...

please read and criticise: