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No wonder you haven't been around much lately. You were in pain, and all on account of my brutish, vulgar American ways, and for that I must apoligise. Or perhaps an ode.
While the woman in her might rationise
The constant, jarring pain of the Americans' -ize,
The girl inside felt troubled, no, assaulted,
"These misspellings," she thought, "must really be halted."
First pleading her case in letters and cards,
She then took to the streets, tried radio, then bars,
"If the -ize were but one, but no, it's a thousand!
Like suffering a case of grammatical Munchausen!"
"It's an affront to the language, an unbearable disparity,
I can't accept it, not this... this... American vulgarity!"
Then she'd pound her fist on the bar, and toss back her beer,
And every Australian within earshot would let out a cheer.
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