I take it you already know
Of
tough and
bough and
cough and
dough.
Others may stumble, but not you,
On
hiccough,
thorough,
laugh, and
through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps.
Beware of
heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like
beard and sounds like
bird.
And
dead — it's said like
bed, not
bead,
For goodness' sake, don’t call it
deed!
Watch out for
meat and
great and
threat,
(They rhyme with
suite and
straight and
debt).
A moth is not a moth in
mother,
Nor both in
bother, broth in
brother.
And
here is not a match for
there,
Nor
dear and
fear for
bear and
pear.
And then there's
dose and
rose and
lose —
Just look them up — and
goose and
choose.
And
cork and
work and
card and
ward,
And
font and
front and
word and
sword.
And
do and
go and
thwart and
cart —
Come, come, I've hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Why, man alive!
I'd mastered it when I was five!
– Anonymous
Greg Ross of
Futility Closet found this, which he posted as
Spelling Peril.