Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Chalant, ept, and kempt

A propos our discussion of "unpaired words" yesterday, I found this poem on the internet.

A very Descript Man .... J H Parker

I am such a dolent man,
I eptly work each day;
My acts are all becilic,
I've just ane things to say.
My nerves are strung, my hair is kempt,
I'm gusting and I'm span:
I look with dain on everyone
And am a pudent man.
I travel cognito and make
A delible impression:
I overcome a slight chalance,
With gruntled self-possession.
My dignation would be great
If I should digent be:
I trust my vagance will bring
An astrous life for me.

And if you want to read the rest of the story "How I Met My Wife", here is the link.