I’ve amused myself on numerous occasions by thinking about the inconsistencies in the
I’ve imagined ancient conversations that went something like this:
1st man: “Sir, what do you call the top of that mountain?”
2nd man: “That? Oh, that’s a...um...that’s called a ‘peak.’”
1st man: “Naw, that can’t be right. A peek is what I take when milady's bathing in the stream.”
2nd man: “It is a peak. I’m the word expert; if I say it’s a peak, then it’s a peak.”
Curiosity and a quick Google search
The SSS people make a good case for changing words we’ve learned the hard way, and the suggested spellings would no doubt be easier to learn. But what would happen to the fun? For example, without the inconsistencies, I couldn’t have written this:
Hough Nough Broughn Cough
The English language isn’t easy,
learning it is tough.
The spelling’s so confusing I
can’t understand some stough.
Variety’s the spice of life
I’ve often thought, although
I like my words consistent as
the tides that ebb and flough.
I read about an apple tree
“with gently swaying boughs,”
so shouldn’t those four-legged things
with udders be called “coughs”?
No, those are cows, so Webster says,
a hacking sound’s a cough.
Should not the light switch on my wall
be labeled “on” and “ough”?
There is no pattern I can find;
I’ve searched it through and through.
It simply isn’t logical.
Does this make sense to yough?