A four line poem about, or having something to do with: homonyms.
I was transferring some of our Red Pear tomato plants from trays to pots this afternoon, labeling them as I went. Somewhere around the tenth one I wrote 'Red Pair' and kept going for two or three more plants before something in my brain claimed something was amiss.
When I did it again about six plants later, while thinking about that first mistake, I decided it was time to call it a day.
You say the words again,
Speaking so very slowly,
But it makes no difference -It all sounds the same to me.