Americans Can't Spell
You Americans really can’t spell,
There, I’ve said it out loud - what the hell!
Though we all recognise,
And, yes, humour your tries,
Well, the fact is, you’ve failed to excel.
It would seem, as the language has travelled,
That the mould has set in - it’s unravelled,
Cataloguing your gaffes,
Could take aeons perhaps,
If I ploughed through them all, I’d be frazzled!
Don’t apologise! Don’t take offence!
It’s quite difficult, in your defence,
But, my friends, with some rigour,
And fervour, and vigour,
Your progress could be quite immense.
So if vast stateside skies appear grey,
Or the lustre has gone from your day,
You could try drinking cider,
Say prayers! Eat more fibre!
Or.. try spelling stuff the right way!
Good night my fabulous American cousins.
You know I love you all x x x
(Oh the irony... as I submitted this, I had to tick the category named “humor” ;-D)
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