The queerest language?

Hey guys!

Some time ago I stumbled upon this lovely poem and I thought it might be worth to share it with you.

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.
Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a whole lot of mice,
But the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
The cow in the plural may be cows or kine,
But a bow if repeated is never called bine,
And the plural of vow is vows, not vine.

If I speak of a foot and you show me your feet,
And I give you a boot would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth, and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

If the singular's this and the plural is these,
Should the plural of kiss ever be nicknamed keese?
Then one may be that and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother, and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren,
Then the masculine pronouns are he his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis and shim,

So the English, I think you will agree,
Is the queerest language you ever did see...

-Anonymous

I really enjoy this poem. It shows some of the difficulties of the English grammar. Were you struggling whilst learning these irregular plural noun forms? have you had problems finding the logic behind them? I don't think they're too hard to remember once that you know the right form, at least not with common used words. But finding the right plural of such an irregular noun, when you hear the word for the first time? I think that can be quite tricky sometimes, especially if you're trying to do it with some kind of logic behind it as seen in this poem. Anyway, I hope you liked it.