
Have a nice time......
In parting, here is a little thing regarding the English language.....
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Asylum for the verbally Insane
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes 
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
yet the plural of moose should never be meese
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
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 a brother and also of breathren,
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in
eggplant nor 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 quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham.
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one 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 a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship
We have noses that run and feet that smell. And how can a slim chance
and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your
by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
So if father is pop, how come mother isn't mop?
And that is just the beginning - even though this is the end.
Everything works out in the end, If it hasn't worked out,
it's not the end.
(author unknown)
Unknown maybe, but damned intelligent!
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