Subj : Re: The 9 Parts Of Speech To : Daryl Stout From : George Pope Date : Wed Jul 07 2021 14:33:25 > George, > GP> Welcome to English where only the poorest of words have a single > GP> definition. > GP> I love this language! (only 'cause I know it so well!) > Here's a deal I learned in 5th grade over 50 years ago...it's called > "The Nine Parts Of Speech". I'll bet most kids nowdays have no clue on > these. I capitalized the term, and the examples. > Three little words you often see, are ARTICLES -- A, AN, and THE > (pronounced "thee" for this poem). > A NOUN is the name of anything -- a HOUSE or GARDEN, HOOP or SWING. > Instead of nouns, the PRONOUNS stand...MY head, YOUR arm, HER foot, HIS > hand. > ADJECTIVES tell what kind of noun...GREAT, SMALL, PRETTY, WHITE, or BROWN. > VERBS tell of something to be done...WALK, HOP, SKIP, JUMP, or RUN. > How things are done, the ADVERBS tell...SLOWLY, QUICKLY, ILL, or WELL. > A PREPOSITION stands before a noun, as IN or THROUGH the door. > CONJUNCTIONS, also called CONNECTIVES, join words together...men AND women, > wind AND weather. > INTERJECTIONS show surprise. OH!! How Pretty!! AH!! How Wise!! > These are the nine parts of speech...which people write, and speak, and > teach. > You may bring the apple to me, and I'll give it to you, as I'm a softie. > :) I newver hasd a poem; I just had to memorize them. I've added another: The Gratuitive Intensive (e.g Very, D*mn, F*cking) Slang,I figured out is just laziness -- it's often a word so loosely defined, it can fill in multiple parts of speech, or substitute for the words we cannot think of quickly enough. It is my belief there are no "bad words"; only bad usage (grammatically & as weapons) If my son refers to his rectal oruiuice by the usual 7-letter a-word, that's fine, if he refers to another human being as such, we're going to have words; the last 4 being, "Go to your room."; unlike today's spoiled generations, his tech is all in the living room, not up in his room. . . Any teachwer wants to castigate him for using "bad words" will be tsalkin to me, yto juustify their lack of education. If the teacher then starts off by saying he used the word to disrupt -- that's weaponized behaviour & I'll deal with him at home. If he can't understand that speech around his parents & around his male schoolmates, in the schoolyard, isn't different, he'll learn, trust me! Yes, I differentiate how to behave around one's fellow males, in private, & around those of the distaff set. The day you have to consider the possibility of conceiving, carrying, & bearing children, potentially even against your will, I'll give you special consideration, too, & I expect him to live thusly, too. It's the same [official] reason I graciously indicate to a lady she should precede me. . . As a male, you'll likely get what the other reason is, especially when it comes to going up steps. . . There's more than one reason to appreciate women, & both are valid as forms of respect, when done resapectfully. Over breakfast one morning, a woman said to her husband, "I bet you don't know what day this is." "Of course I do," he indignantly answered, going out the door to the office. At 10 AM, the doorbell rang and when the woman opened the door, she was handed a box containing a dozen long stemmed red roses. At 1 PM, a foil wrapped, two pound box of her favorite chocolates arrived. Later, a boutique delivered a designer dress. The woman couldn't wait for her husband to come home. "First the flowers, then the chocolates and then the dress!" she exclaimed. "I've never had a more wonderful Groundhog Day in my life!" -=- After being away on business, Tim thought it would be nice to bring his wife a little gift. "How about some perfume?" he asked the cosmetics clerk. She showed him a bottle costing $50.00. "That's a bit much," said Tim, so she returned with a smaller bottle for $30.00. "That's still quite a bit," Tim complained. Growing annoyed, the clerk brought out a tiny $15.00 bottle. "What I mean," said Tim, "is I'd like to see something really cheap." The clerk handed him a mirror. -=- Somewhere in the city there was a small apartment building. there were four floors and 1 person lived on each floor. On the first floor there lived a police man. Everybody could tell it was him at the door because he knocked once. On the second floor there lived a fire man. Everybody could tell it was him at the door because he knocked twice. On the third floor there lived a blind man. Everybody could tell it was him at the door because he knocked three times. On the Fourth floor there lived a woman. Everybody could tell it was her at the door because she knocked four times. one day the woman was in the shower and she heard one knock at the door. She put on her robe and answered the door. It was the police man. He said "guess what! guess what! I just made my first arrest!" Then he left and the woman went back in the shower. Then she heard two knocks at the door. so she put on her robe and answered the door. It was the fire man. He said "guess what! guess what! i just saved a person from a burning building!" then he left and she went back in the shower. A while later she heard 3 knocks at the door. She knew it was the blind man, so she didn't put on her robe and she answered the door. He said "guess what! guess what! I just got might sight back! -=- There is no War of the Sexes -- there's too much fraternization with the 'enemy.' Your friend, <+]:{)} Cyberpope, Bishop of ROM --- SBBSecho 3.14-Linux * Origin: The Rusty MailBox - Penticton, BC Canada (1:153/757.2) .