A pome.
O Pointy Birds
O Pointy-pointy.
Anoint my head
Anointy-nointy.
-John Lillison
And appropriately, from the works of Josh Billings:
Manifess Destiny iz a disseaze, but it iz eazy tew heal; i hav seen it in its wust stages cured bi sawing a cord ov dri hickory wood. I thought i had it onse, it broke out in the shape ov poetry; i sent a speciment ov the disseaze tew a magazine, the magazine man wrote me nex day as follers,
“Dear sur Yu may be a dam phule, but yu are no poeck. Yures, in haste”
