Sights and Sounds

Despite being spoken all ’round the world,
‘Tis filled with sounds hardly matching letter –
This makes our minds to feel that all is whirled
And desirous of a language better.

I heard of an aged man who fell in love –
Then by a lake with a tiny, warm cove –
He claimed, later, to have then seen a dove,
As if confirming while skies turned to mauve.

Or, another, of a chap whose daughter,
Was so overcome with raucous laughter,
They had to throw on her large pails of water!
I never heard this again thereafter.

O, English tongue, the only one I know –
Some day, to purge your flaws: my solemn vow.