Home or Phones?
Let’s be clear:
I am not an eye.
It is night
The sun is not in the sky
But my boy is heading to Australia
So the son is in the sky.
The gate is bolted
The horse has freed his gait and bolted.
Bye and bye
As Amazon inform me
I must buy and buy
The alcoholic died of beer
Now in a bier.
On board ship
The woman gave birth in her berth
How we eat bread
Shows how well we are bred
In the hole he felt whole.
The sacked chef had confused his mints with mince.
The fare was not fair but the weather was.
In the soap he was eating cereal in the serial.
But I will deign to speak to the Dane.
Garish colours,
The dye so bright I might die.
The fete was so terrible
It was a fate worse than death!
The male opened his mail
Picked up a sheet of metal
Weighs the ways
To steal the steel.
Opher – 16.2.2024
What is this??
Probably needs a lot of work.
My mind was buzzing all night as it flicked through all the homophones I could think of.
English is such a rich language. We’ve stolen words from many cultures.
Words from different sources.
So much fun.