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Bonjour
Messieurs et Dames
YES my poem
has begun
Today I will be taking
you,
Through a
COURSE of electrocution
We will
begin with air not Heir
For tis
about sound, not spelling
Next will
be an hour in the ‘ouse
of ‘orror,
For all the
Honorables fallen in
battle
Ask your
questions please, never AXE
For the cup
of this decades bloodshed is full
Lest we
shed more Tears from our eyes,
Not the
type o’ Tears to be mend with a stitch
Don’t be
bothered by the preyure, No
It’s still
only English, no pro’lem
Better yet
ask Fareed Zakaria,
Indian
Accent, CNN, No need for GPS
26 Letters,
44 Sounds
Why wont my
people say Shursh
not Church
Who on
earth would’a should’a could’a known,
That
Fresident of the Federal ReFuvlic sounds with a ‘P’.
But Ten minutes I
can guarantee
On BBC or
be it SKY
Will cure
SCHWA or any maledictions,
No more
need for phóné-tic
sounds
Fricatives
are sure to cause Friction
Just as elocution is
sure to be electric
But meaning
the ability to transmit
Makes it
all the real Electrocution
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Inspired
by The Lagos Finishing School's ELOCUTION COURSE while in a Big4!
Wooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! I love it! It's so funny and serious all at once! Keep writing, I really want to read more of this
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