SPELL BOUND!
(This piece actually reflects sincere long-held beliefs.)
Don't get me started! I've a passion
For spelling in a simpler fashion!
Children are Spell Bound when in school!
Years of drill! It's all too cruel!
A child has a creative mind
Until it meets the ties that bind!
Forty sounds! That's all it takes!
Forty sounds for goodness sakes!
Teach them when the kids are small;
In no time they can learn them all!
Then they can write and feel so clever
Writing anything whatsoever!
I have proved it and I know!
Some are fast and some are slow,
But all can benefit from the ease
With which they write anything they please!
Don't get me started! I'll get vexed!
But it's coming. Look at
Text!
Mobile phones have led the way.
Simplified Spelling is here to stay!
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(I will now rewrite the above in Simplified Spelling , my version.)
Dont get me started! Iv a pashn
For speling in a simpler fashn.
Childrn ar Spel Bownd wen in scool!
Yeas ov dril! Its orl too crooel!
A child haz a creativ mind
Until it mets the tis that bind.
Forte sownds! Thats orl it taks!
Forte sowndz for goodnes saks!
Tech them wen the cids ar smorl.
In no tim thay can lern them orl!
Then thay can rit and fel so cleva
Riting enething wotsoeva!
I hav proovd it and I no!
Sum ar farst and sum ar slow,
But orl can benifit from the ez
With wich thay rit enething thay plez.
Dont get me started! Il get vecst!
But its cuming! look at
TECST!
Mobil fons have led the way.
Simplifid Speling is heya too stay!
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A FINE FOLLY
We nestled among the trees
At the bottom of the hill.
The Folly rose above us.
It had started life seven centuries before.
But it had been added to,
Subtracted from,
And generally fiddled-with
Over and over again.
Now it was a conundrum,
Part religious monument,
Part nobleman's idle pleasure,
Part crumbling edifice.
'Yes! But what is it for?'
People would say,
Scratching their heads.
If they had asked me
I could have told them......
'It was built for the pleasure
Of an ordinary young girl.
She was
Bespectacled, plump and mousy.
It was perched above her
So that she could climb out of her bed
On winter nights,
Scratch the frost from her window-pane
And be transported.
It was created so that
A bubble moon could float past it
In a starry sky
And paint a glorious picture.
It was built so that
The girl could inhabit it
With royal personages,
Handsome knights
And a deliciously lovely princess.
This Princess
Bore a remarkable resemblance
To the girl,
Except that the Princess was slim, ravishing
And had good eyesight.
So don't ask me what it was for.
It was for me.
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