It was one of my favourite contests back in school – the Spelling Bee. We would practice and we would practice and get to know dozens of exotic words. The bee will sting your arm, my Mom would joke, if you mess up that “occasion” once more. A walk through the city this weekend, however, brought to my notice several avenues that would have made Spelling Bee tear up. Sample these:
I like my chicken mashed darlings. Leaves more “room” that way.
We are doing plurals you see, two and more “maintains” at a go.
Now end your calls the call ender way!
Come, break your all night fast with our break fast.
Since the day we lost our i’s and a’s, we give a damn to your articles.
Bidding every offer a polite no, I escaped in a rickshaw before I could “loose” my spellings.