Firstly, let me try some things,
Hope they don’t cause you rings.
Butt, here I sit on my de vice,
Wondering how I splice them twice.
Thurdly I hurd that thats ab surd,
breaking your words down till their written as heard.
See lings phenetic no higher the metric,
as Tesla sung woes to the pigeons that goes centric.
How much brain does language spring forth,
we were moving our tongues before words uttered course.
Course, curse, care, consider,
All of the wonderous works of a letter.
Penashe, debonair, c’est la vie, deja vu,
brought into the world – well after the few.
Held hold high hopes,
rarely going down below the ropes.
Not wanting to be sending us loops,
I write and write and write till I poops.
Rhyme, mime, meme, main,
somethings our tongues should surely refrain.
It’s a multidimensional ergonomic trigonometric interplay,
Or just another way to pass the day.
Gematric, semantic, theological, anthropological.
Geographic, simile, lexiconic, metaphorical.
Tone, time, tempo and trombone,
I could go all day, but my dog just got home.