<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Humor on vnykmshr</title><link>https://blog.vnykmshr.com/writing/tags/humor/</link><description>Recent content in Humor on vnykmshr</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.vnykmshr.com/writing/tags/humor/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Chaos</title><link>https://blog.vnykmshr.com/writing/the-chaos/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.vnykmshr.com/writing/the-chaos/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t remember where I first found this poem. Someone shared it, or I stumbled into it &amp;ndash; doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter. What matters is that I tried reading it aloud and didn&amp;rsquo;t make it past the first stanza without tripping.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The Chaos&amp;rdquo; was written by a Dutch teacher named Gerard Nolst Trenite sometime around 1920. It&amp;rsquo;s 800 lines long. Every line exists to prove that English pronunciation follows no rules, respects no patterns, and will humiliate you if you try to read it with confidence.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>