Pet Grate. Whenever I overhear a certain inappropriate word Something deep inside me gets shaken and stirred, If not my churning heart, my good mood will be broken Wherever the goodQueensKings English is misspoken. In the Commonwealths farthest flung reaches English ain't spoke as an Oxford Don teaches, In Canada, New Zealand and in fair Australia Basic English can sound a complete utter failure. Strewth mate, Australians, they say it, Cool Canadians, eh? they also say it, Yeah, nah, New Zealanders too often say it, All the ol' English Empire colonials missay it. Every blessed where ere on Gods good Earth- Aye, even in the land of Shakespeare's birth, Fine English is mangled (innit?) in a tortuous manner, And, it's said no better 'neath the star spangled banner. The UK and USA have one language, shared by both Though I swear no Texan will be understood in Arbroath, I don't wish to sound prim, proper, posh or pedantic, Poor ol' English suffers on both sides of the Atlantic. It's not the all too easy misuse of small words I'm averse to- I've misused the odd wrong one myself a time ortootwo- It's the horrific abuse of one word- or two, to be specific, I swear at you, 'specific' is not interchangeable with 'Pacific.'

(Song for this angry word vent/rant, Norah Jones, 'Say No More.')
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