This is a funny poem that pokes fun at irregular nature of English pronunciation rules. It is a good way to learn about exceptions from the get-go. I will record it in four-stanza blocks so you can practice your listening and pronunciation skillls. The Chaos (1922) by Gerard Nolst Trenité
Traveling abroad after a hectic day of meetings, I needed a break. Seeing a crowded cafe, I entered. Having ordered a vanilla latte, I waited. Looking around, my eyes were drawn to a woman by the window looking outside. Sitting quietly and serenely, her presence was somehow comforting to me.
Hello all, This is my first poem in 2017 and the first poem I post in the new site. Please tell me your opinion and I’m ready to change/edit any line or any word if it fits my poem. Suggestions are welcome. *** In a large room… A crowd of