So many forms, our speech can take.
Whether it be signed, felt, or spake.
High class ladies, with tones so prim.
Cockney cabbies, out on a limb.
Middle class toffs, with nasal drawl.
Babies a’crying, the ravenous bawl.
Northern monkeys, with absent vowels,
Southern fairies, emitting low growls.
A tongue is a tongue, as long as it’s shared.
Vocab so bright, no puns to be spared.
A poem inspired by today’s Daily Post: Take That, Rosetta! | The Daily Post.