I'd like to speak the Queen's English
Proclaimed Emily to her mum
I've been practising in my bedroom
With a ripe and juicy plum
I'm finding it quite tricky
It's much harder than it looks
I've eaten every greengage
And balanced all the books
I wonder how she learnt it
Did she practise from aged three?
Dad said she had a silver spoon
So I guess I'll just buy three
I want to speak like the Queen does
And refer to myself as 'one'
Learn received pronunciation
And say s c o a n instead of scone
And maybe when I've learnt it
She'll come round on Christmas Day
I could help her with her speech
And then we could have a play
Alternative ending? (said Mum to Emily)
You could teach her YOUR ENGLISH
And use acronyms like HAM
It's the dialect of our people
It's the voice of the common man
- Author: Leisa Niamh ( Offline)
- Published: November 10th, 2018 09:01
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Whether you speak posh or not in real life it does not matter. It is the you within you that is important.
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