Hickory, dickory, dock.
Seven sheep were in the clock.
They increased their number, and
Three were from Cumberland:
Hickory, dickory, dock.
—Mam Ŵydd
Do elicit the type of the monger
Else rarely you’re right, often wronger:
“He does not deal in duckbills,
Or other outré eels,
For all that he’ll sell you’s a conger.”
—Pumptilian Perniquity
There once was an ideal speaker
Who never made our theories weaker.
Undeniably white
And middle-class, right,
It’s like having a Prof in a beaker.
—Col. O. Nihilist
A wonderful thing is haplology,
Confusing our morphophonology,
A syllable slips,
Twixt larynx and lips,
And haplogy yields morphonology.
—Emily Davis
Constructions arranged on a cline
Is what CxG claims in a line;
So nominalisations
Do form-function relations
Just like any Saussurean sign.
—William Deaksworth
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Are these basic colour
Terms for you too?
—Pete Bleackley
