Pronunciation Poems - Poems about Pronunciation

Pronouncing gives me stress. With syllables to chance, could ‘monchielle’ be French? I feel I can’t advance, a poilu in a trench. Pronouncing gives me stress. Italians insist words like ‘monchielle’, devoid of hidden twist, rhyme with ‘vermicelli’. Pronouncing gives me stress. Three syllables, no more? A word like ‘monchielle’, by making me keep score, presents a living hell. Pronouncing gives me stress. I openly confess; though anxious to impress, I find...

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I offen soffen neether content nor intent, eether explicit or implicit about devices to rearrange things in the Care-ah-beein Sea or pahkin karz...

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The only thing weirder than my mom, is the way she says her “r’s.” Growing up, every time she’d ask if I wanted a grilled cheese, I thought she said “girl cheese.” Wanting to retain some sense of developing masculinity, I demanded a “boy cheese” instead. As I got older, I realized how stupid I...

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An ancestor known as, "Miss Lottie" Was a New York socialite "hottie" To her lasting disgrace She slapped Paul Revere's face When he invited her to the p-ah-ty...

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INTER - NATION PRONUNCIATION My transatlantic friend’s adored We reach across the ocean Communications although flawed Won’t lessen my devotion She looks pure and sweet indeed With fair visage clear although her Voice as if she’s just smoked weed With pitch half octave lower Though we’re sharing the same lingo And her presence makes me glad There’s a problem here by jingo For her words can make...

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I am convinced the stars reflect your eyes, Much like the moon does for the burning sun; If I'm correct our sun could never die, Until the day which to the Earth you shun. Let's watch the Earth set in the morning blaze, And dread the time when it begins to lift, Cuz in your...

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