Musings On Language Poem by Eric Bult

Musings On Language



How strange the English language now requires
The player of a woodwind named the flute
To call himself a flautist, what inspires
Addition of the 'a'? Is it not mute?
For if it is not mute it would imply
The player flouts his presence, not his flute;
And flaunt would surely then describe what I
Would thus conceive the object of the brute.
Whilst recognising Brian's desire to flaunt
His expertise in playing with his flute
It's most unlikely I will take a jaunt
To hear him. I have surely taken root.

The whistle of a London cop is 'flute':
I blew it once, no-ne put in the boot!

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