I take it you already know
  Of tough and bough and cough and dough.
 Others may stumble, but not you,
  On hiccough, thorough, lough and through.
 Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
  To learn of less familiar traps.

Beware of heard, a dreadful word
  That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
 And dead -- it's said like bed, not bead.
  For goodness sake, don't call it deed!
 Watch out for meat and great and threat.
  They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.

A moth is not a moth in mother,
  Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
 And here is not a match for there,
  Nor dear and fear for pear and bear.
 And then there's dose and rose and lose
  Just look them up -- and goose and choose.

And cork and work and card and ward.
  And font and front and word and sword.
 And do and go, then thwart and cart.
  Come, come I've hardly made a start.

A dreadful language? Man alive,
 I'd mastered it when I was five!

* This poem has come to be attributed to a T.S. Watt with a date of 1954. However, the broad divergence of titles and lack of other publication information suggest the alternate possibility that attribution was invented after the fact and has just been mindlessly copied across the internet. I don’t wish to cheat T.S. Watt, if he or she was an actual person who wrote this clever poem, but I also don’t wish to contribute to the spread of false information that happens regularly across the internet. Hence, this note.