A young lady who lived in Cape Cod
Dropped her lovers like each was a yod.
Says she, “How are /u/?”
They replied, “Rather /blju/;
Your di’lect indeed is quite odd.”
—P. Ublekkdeaux Meign
On her way past my office one day,
A philosopher popped in to say:
“Every thing linguists claim
Is epistemically vain:
All your bes, ares, and wills should read may.”
—Morris Swadesh III
There was once a linguist from Bow
Who claimed all earth’s languages to know
Until filled with grog,
He trawled through Ethnologue
And discovered at once Judezmo.
—Vi va Voce
syntax’s excess com-
plexity sux but ex-
start at q0 and
I admit I can’t use IPA
And in technical words I will stray
Cos I just can’t pronouns
The sines you write down
I think it all sounds just cray-cray.
—Col. O. Nihilist
When suffering mild pharyngitis
That threatened acute laryngitis,
A signed talk I gave them
From illness to save them
Yet still gave all there syringitis.
A young expat with voicing a-wobbler
Sought his sweet tooth to feed with peach cobbler.
But he received a turkey
That was raised by the shore, see—
’Tweren’t peach cobbler he’d bought but beach gobbler.
A Linguimerick’s sly little wink
Goes right by in less than a blink.
Add a dash of good fun,
Maybe drop in a pun—
And invite the reader to think.