We
will begin with a box, and the plural in boxes. But the plural of ox becomes
oxen, not oxes.
One
fowl is a goose but two are called geese, yet the plural of mouse should never
be meese.
You
may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, yet the plural of house is houses
not hice.
If
the plural of man
is always called men, then
should not the plural
of pan be called pen ?
If I
speak of my foot and show you my feet and
I gave you boot, would a pair be called beet?
If
one is a tooth and whole set are teeth, why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beath.
Then
one may be that and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be
hose. And the plural of cat is cats not cose.
We speak
of brother and also of breathern, but though we say mother, we never say
methern.
Then
the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim!
Let’s
face it English is crazy language.
There
is no egg in egg plant or ham in hamburger.
Neither
apple nor pine in pineapple.
English
muffins weren’t invented in England
We take
English for granted but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that
quick and can works
slowly, boxing rings are square
and a guinea pig is neither
from Guinea nor
is it a pig.
And
why is it that
writes write but
fingers don’t fing,
grocers don’t groce and
hammers don’t ham.
Doesn’t
it seems crazy that you make amends but not once amend.
If
you have a bunch of odds and ends and
get rid of all but
one of them what
do you call it ?
If teachers
taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a
vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eats?
Sometimes
I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to a
asylum for the verbally insane.
In
what other language do the people recite at a play and play at a recital.
We
ship by truck and send cargo by ship.
We have
noses that run and feet that smell.
We
park in a drive way and drive in a parkway.
And
how can a slim chance and fat chances be the same while a wise man and a wise
guy are opposites?
You
have to marvel at a unique
lunacy of a language in which
your house can
burn up as it
burns down.
In which
you fill in the form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going
on.
An
in closing if father is pop, how come mothers not mop
An if
people from Poland are called poles, people from Holland should be holes and German,
Germs.
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