Trouble? Trouble? There's no trouble. And the trouble WE go to. When I first heard the curious thing you do with 'missile' I thought you were talking about a Catholic prayer book. What WERE they doing with those Cuban missals? And for years I couldn't understand how the great Ogden had fallen over so badly with his rhyme.
The turtle lives mid plated decks
That practically conceal his sex.
I think it's clever of the turtle,
In such a fix, to be so fertile,
NOW I know it should be furtle. But how do you say tensile and prehensile? I suppose one could live a blameless life and never say either of these words. But if you did?
And what about savidge. Do you say sav-ahj? And porridge. Por-ahj. And don't say it's the spelling. Scott's Porage Oats it says on the box with the chap in the skirt on it - who is, of course, a Scotch savage.
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