I Say, Poem by Douglas Scotney
I Say,
Rating: ★5.0
the fun they have in France:
they call an English choir
un q'fil de fer anglais;
a wine that is 'sec' cannot be sweet,
but a guy who is can be -
the fun they have
with 'sec' meaning 'dry' and 'fat-free'.
They don't mince aboop
with syllables either -
'a magnifying glass' is 'une loupe'.
Friday, January 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: language
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
fil de fer = wire
aboop - aah, the tyranny of rhyme.
See also 'I Say Too, '
aboop - aah, the tyranny of rhyme.
See also 'I Say Too, '
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5/5/2024 2:24:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting and educating. Thanks for sharing