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0052 Inglish Fore Forriners
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0052 Inglish Fore Forriners

Look - I can spell it - 'tongue'!
Now isle never get it wrongue!
And see this bottle - 'Lite' -
Now isle always get it rite!

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Comments (3)

What a strange language ours is! This is great.
Very clever piece, Michael. I love the 'tongue in cheek' nature of it, my friend.
'Yess, Offisser I cumm to ziss cuntree to pollish up my Anglisch.' 'Excuse me Sir, I think it is already Polish enough'. Ein Forinner fromm ze fazerlant