Day: April 12, 2015

Another hard to pronounce word:Awry

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My best friend and I both came across this word in books as children and thought it was pronounced aw-ri.So we were amazed to hear people say “a wry”

Nr 1:How not to pronounce awry

I could tell you a nice little story
But awry is not pronounced aw-riii.
That unsettles my mind
Which is somewhat unkind.
And what’s more Lowry doesn’t rhyme with story either so I am stuck here on the page for ever
.
Never mind,I weren’t hopin’ for’t glory

.[ That verb usage is common in Lancashire]

Nr 2 for correct pronunciation of awry

My bedroom is all awry
My bed is an tart apple pie.
But it’s cosy and warm
And does me no harm
Though sometimes in a dream I up-fly

Is your marriage awry like mine?
Is your partner somewhat less than divine.
Well give thanks to the Lord
For indeed it is hard
To live with a god all the time.

The bedroom was indescribably neat
Nothing was awry but a sheet
It lay on the floor
inside of the door
Just where I put my black feet.

My awry home was disliked by the doc
Yet he wore an unmatched pair o’ socks
But being full of tact
I never told him that fact..
I just made certain our eyes never locked.

The big ship’s down

For this algorithmic trading
don’t need no explaining
as computer and computer pass the buck.
They create such mystery
from their rude yet stupid history
As the employees and the bosses fling their cack.
Their foot prints digitalic
Though not written in italics
Leave a path that  asses can now track.
All can change their user name
As they play tieir imbecilic games
For which Henri Poincare had no knack
Computers aren’t filled with wisdom
As we found out when we quizzed ’em
Wittgenstein’s old ladder won’t come back.
And Carnap made an error
Which we found out from a letter
So logic had to kinda  double back.
The computers do their trading
With the government debating
Whether our rich people feel some lack.
They have ten homes and handsome yachts
Where they tie themselves complex knots.
Hoping for a new erotic snack.
The graphs and charts wave merrily
The big ship’s down and so are we.
The Western mind is on a demon’s track.
Our narratives and yarns on money
Seem more desperate than funny
Sweet Jesus,I don’t think you’ll becoming back