I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
On hiccough thorough, tough, 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 head --
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 lot and word and sword,
And do and go and overt and cart--
Come, come, I've hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I'd mastered it when I was five.
And yet to write it, the more I tried.
I hadn't learned at fifty five.