Da Wizuda Woids
Dere once wuzza Wizud
Who dabbled in woids,
He slottahed his nouns
An’e moidered his voibs.
His knowledge wuz small
Butiz bullshit wuz great
An’e moidered da language
All ovah da place!
Dis wizud blew smoke
Lik ‘is pans wuz afire,
An da lengt ovis phrases
Wuzza ting ta desire.
Dat is until wun day
Wen sumwun got bright
And figgered his game out,
Thus endin’ is plight!
God bless you. Kathy
Outstanding historic-social linguistic lesson... "Da Wizzuda Woids" shines.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Axilea