Linguistic Poetry

An entry which I already wanted to make for some time: a 'collage' of those wonderful things our professors say, all pumped (pimped?) into one amazing poem. Here we go. (Who recognizes which words of whom? Or should I say, who which words of whom recognizes? :P).

And (then) you find out that..
My toothbrush is pregnant!
Above all though, I love my cat, but do I too
Live (of) my cat?
Not here of course, because honde are honde. (= dogs)
John danced a dog to Mary.
The brick loves Mary, and John does too.
You are nice and you are too!
However, the old man danced Mary a book.
The Roman's destruction of goal, didn't help anyone.

The funda-mental question is,
What will rain? It will rain.
That is not un oeuf,
But is it enough?
Oh that is not a consonant,
it's a motor cycle.
Don't get scared, it's only phonology.
Then Serenity opens the lock,
But the key opened the door.

And what about that banana metaphore?
Save ink!

(Phonology has become environmentally friendly)(Or is it a principle of economy?)

Lucie, give me back my clock!