What A Weird Language

Oh! khezha , you fickle, frustrating tool.

You twist and turn, yet you mock us as fools.

With your rules that are bent and your logic askew,

You leave us all guessing, unsure what to do-

Your spelling's a mess, a chaotic parade.

With silent letters that never obeyed,

punctuation, a puzzle, a maze to explore.

One comma to many, or none at core.

You offer no mercy to those who are new,

Mocking their accents and words that they brew,

Oh! khezha, you're cruel in your complex design;

A puzzle unsolved, a broken guideline-

Yet still we must speak you, for speak we must.

In your Tangled web, we stumble and trust.

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