In the Nash’nal Int’rest
Ev’ry, dammit, ev’ry time
My ev’ry sports a ’postrophe,
You howl and howl my spelling crime
As tho’ you were the boss o’ me.
But still they pop extr’ordin’ry,
Dishon’rab’ly, inord’nat’ly,
By lis’ning out for how it’s said
When diff’rently from how it’s read.
So speech shall speak, and lit’rature obey –
Just deal with it, you soph’mores – cos the commas stay !
Rhyming Couplets 