By naming the Tower of Babel
Wasted speech was given a label
But then it was language,
Designed to discourage
The ambition of builders-too-able.
Now comes the Power of Mad Screech
Supposedly some kind of speech
Where the new predilection
To hustle one’s diction
Puts understanding, quite beyond reach.
Like announcements in DIY stores
A confusion of noise and no more
The objective should be
To improve clarity
Not to drive me, full speed, for the door.
As hearing falters, it’s less differential
Making the clarity all more essential
For my pleasure each day
I silently pray
For a word rate more clear and gentle.
George Potter
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You ditty’s and poems even your prayers at charter meals always make smile. You are so good with words.
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Thank you Chris. I need a few tolerant and helpful contacts to help me learn how this all operates, before I post older stuff. You can always ‘unfollow’! I am not sure if Harry would be as obliging!
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Très interessant….A suivre
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Your comment received. Merci! Can you see the other posts easily? Were you advised of this new post?
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