Pwonoucing - Poem by Phil Soar
The way that we pwonounce fings can sometimes cawse debait
We insert wetters awkwudlee, it is a funny twait
While some foke have such etiket, some foke are qwite dim
Why do we have such dailex, and carnt understand a fing?
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