Here you will find the Poem Ough''A Phonetic Fantasy of poet William Thomas Goodge
The baker-man was kneading dough And whistling softly, sweet and lough. Yet ever and anon he'd cough As though his head were coming ough! "My word!" said he," but this is rough: This flour is simply awful stough!" He punched and thumped it through and through, As all good bakers dough! " I'd sooner drive," said he " a plough Than be a baker anyhough!" Thus spake the baker kneading dough; But don't let on I told you sough!
