Voulez-vous boire cette eau?
But around nine o’clock
Ich saufe wie ein Loch.
To minnasan nominashou!
—Callum & Tel
On the day I discovered linguistics
I checked out some employment statistics.
I found I’d have to scratch
Living standards to match
Those of other devotional mystics.
—Cailín na Luimní
My hen sang to me this sad song:
“You are dull, and your lectures are long,
And I see from your notes,
That all of your quotes,
From this Chickasaw grammar are wrong.”
My Ista complained to my face
“You are a disgrace to your race.
Your Ailurin vowels
Are like long midnight howls,
Your tetraphthongs devoid of all grace.”
There once was a linguist called Noam,
Who declared, “There is no need to roam,
Because UG is king,
So whatever your thing,
You can just do it right here at hoam.”
There was a young linguist, Ignatius,
Who was known for his manner audacious;
When interviewing for grants
He always wore pants—
But alone in his office—Good Gracious!
—P. Ublekkdeaux Meign