Dear listeners, you are in for a treat today! The host messed up, trusted autocomplete, and wound up searching homonyms when they meant to search for homophones. The first poem was wrong, but still recited. And then you get to witness searching for the right poem, finding one, and reading it for the first time out loud.

homonym /hŏm′ə-nĭm″, hō′mə-/

noun

One of two or more words that have the same sound and often the same spelling but differ in meaning, such as bank (embankment) and bank (place where money is kept).

Homonyms

a line of poetry

Hold out your arm, we are ready to arm ourselves.
Get back, we've got your back
Bullets pierce the trees, spreading pieces of bark as officers bark orders
Watch the Russian Bear, he also bears arms
Watch your belongings, he'll steal your watch made of steel.
Board the boat, by walking on the board from the pier to the stern.
Book a tour today, relax, read a book.
Over there in the cabinet, you will find a list of the cabinet appointees.
duck your head and watch for the duck overhead.
Don't fall for the fall tour, Autumn is always too cold to swim.
Spring into Spring, when it's just right, not too hot.
You won't have to take a shower, Spring showers will rinse you off.

Homonyms By a line of poetry

homophone /hŏm′ə-fōn″, hō′mə-/

noun

One of two or more words, such as night and knight, that are pronounced the same but differ in meaning, origin, and sometimes spelling.

Homophone Dream

Steve Collins

If I travelled, across the landscape of my mind,
And, I chose to take you with me – guess what you might find?

I’d talk you into many things,
I’d make you see the sea.

We would buy some wood
Pay by cheque, which you would check
And build an arc upon an ark.
And you’d, set sail with me!

Whether we had the weather or not
We’d sail a week, and you’d feel so weak
You’ll beg me for dry land!

And so, we’d end the feat on our two feet
And, tow; toe-to toe.
Until ashore, we land.

We’d shout aloud, if that’s allowed?
To see if we’re alone?
We’d find we are and start to panic
But get woken by the phone.

Homophone Dream By Steve Collins