Kevin Wald: Fraught Our precious native tongue is fraught With peril in its paradigms; May those who fraught it come to naught, For them I curse a thousand times. A lesson I would like to teach To those who dared our tongue to freach; I'd surely make them stop and think, Who, thoughtlessly, our tongue did frink. To justice I shall try to bring Those felons who our tongue did fring; The best defense that gold can buy Shall not avail a man who'd fruy. Though their attorneys long may fight To free the folk who fain would fright (Which sounds good, but the verb's not right), They'll pay the damages they owe To those whose tongue they dared to frowe. (Had that one ought to count? Dunno.) And so I shall forever seek The people who our tongue did freek, And shall, as I am able, work To nab the folk who dared to furk. Just let me, ere I perish, catch The foul fiends who dared to fratch!