Scone
Some of us have jam on it
Some of us have cream
We know from what you cram on it
What tribe you are, what team
Some are posh, it is well known
Some are woebegone
Some of you pronounce it scone
And some are left with scone
Pronunciation marks you down
As either North or rich
As urban fool or country clown
A scone shows which is which
A longer o betrays your birth
That you have scones for supper
A shorter o, for what it’s worth
And you neck it with a cuppa
A word is like a scone as well
A signature of wealth
A word may make you go to hell
Injurious to your health
How does one pronounce farage
Whose vices one disparages?
A scone takes butter, maybe marge
But cream if scoffed at Claridge’s
The point of this linguistic grump
Is that we care for meaning
For instance, what we mean by trump
Is narcissistic, preening
Bigoted and bullyboy
Mean-spirited as sin
Sans truth, sans care, sans sense, sans joy
An empty-hearted grin
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