Howard You?

Howard you? Howard me? Howard everyone I see...

You guessed it. This post is about HOMONYMS. I don't quite know why I picked this topic, as I was going into this trying to write a poem about dragons, but now that I've decided and made a clever rhyme, I guess I gotta follow up to it.

Uh...

...Um....

Duuuuuuuuurrrrrr...

Okay, screw it. There is absolutely nothing you can say about homonyms except for the fact that they sound like something they're not. Kind of like Justin Bieber, though I'm unaware if that sex change operation was successful or not, so I can't really judge.

What irritates me about homonyms is when people use the wrong one. Like, geez Louise, it's common sense.

you're =/= your
where =/= wear


Whenever I'm on Facebook or reading a blog post or editing someone's essay I see this all the time: "Your going to where you're hat outside, right? Wear is you're scarf? LOL!" It grates on my last nerve, I'll tell you that, especially because it happens all the time. We are supposed to be matur-er, good individuals, and yet we can't differentiate the meanings of something that is talking about a location and something that is talking about clothing.

It's ridonkulous!

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An armour of scales
Glinting in the silver sun
Breathing fire on those
Who don't dare to run.


Eyes like stones
Of the highest price
The tail knocks you out
With one clean slice.


And before you know it
Quickly, I'll bet,
You're trapped in darkness
But not dead yet.


For if you can slip past
The dragon's clever eye
You'll be thanking the heavens
'Til the day that you die.


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I told you so.