And I needed an excuse to put this delightful little poem up in a post.
The Naughty Preposition - Morris Bishop
I lately lost a preposition:
It hid, I thought, beneath my chair.
And angrily I cried: 'Perdition!
Up from out of in under there!'
Correctness is my vade mecum,
And straggling phrases I abhor;
And yet I wondered: 'What should he come
Up from out of in under for?'
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Oh lord. That's an old favorite of mine, one of very few I have by heart.
I'm not sure I ever knew the author's name, though. That's how young I learned it.
You know the one about the elephant and the telephone?
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