This poem doesn’t rhyme though it looks like it does: <br />The line ends look similar but that’s not how it goes, <br />For, all along, the rhyme-scheme seems to suffer from a hiccough <br />When you look at it more closely and try to run it through. <br />I have chose with precision every terminal word <br />Since I’m trying quite hard as I wish to record <br />How foreigners struggle with this language of ours <br />As they try to understand it on the guided tours <br />For, just as they think they have reached the height <br />Of perfection with speech, they meet a heavy weight <br />Of confusion, which threatens to drive them to raving <br />When they try to complain about the trouble they’re having. <br />They try to question the sound of each little phrase <br />Which we English just laugh off, so blasé. <br />It’s enough to cause them a bitter heartbreak <br />When they hear how we British attempt to speak.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-poem-doesn-t-rhyme/
