Under the SPELL of English, by Arthur Bennett Would you like to be Carnegie’s heir,With never a worry or ceir?That most of us would is well understould.One who would not would surely be reir. When one makes a hole in eightIt’s a very sad story to releightBad work with the putter and he will mutter“I’ll correct that at some leighter deight.” Once there was an infantry colonelWho fought where the blitz was infolonelWant to know the result? You’d better consultThe obituary writ in the Jolonel. The groom advanced down the aisleWith a smaisle he thought to begaisleThe crowd into thinking he wasn’t shrinkingBut was scared to death all the whaisle.…

The King’s English Anonymous I take it you already knowOf tough and bough and cough and dough? Others may stumble, but not you,On hiccough, thorough, slough and through.Beware of heard, a dreadful word,That looks like beard but sounds like bird.And dead: It’s said like bed, not bead —For goodness’ sake, don’t call it deed!Watch out for meat and great and threat…They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.A moth is not the moth in mother,Nor both in bother, nor broth in brother.And here is not a match for there,Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,And then there’s dose and rose and lose —Just look them up — and goose…