Yes, siree, a real Funny Bones post — that is, a page of jokes from old Church magazines that hasn’t yet appeared on Keepa.
Our Beautiful Language
A boy who swims may say he’s swum, but milk is skimmed and seldom skum, and nails you trim, they are not trum.
When words you speak, these words are spoken; but a nose is tweaked and can’t be twoken, and what you seek is never soken.
If we forget, then we’ve forgotten; but things we wet are never wotten, and houses let are never lotten.
The goods one sells are always sold; but fears dispelled are not dispold, nor what you smell is never smoled.
When young, a top you oft saw spun; but did you see a grim e’er grun, or a ptato neatly skun?