I like what you did there, and I get it, but, I don’t hear “are” when I see our, I hear “hour”.
Now I’m just curious which is more common.
We would definitely pronounce our as “are” in some cases., usually when referring to a person. “Our kid” or “Our Jack” would have been pronounced “are”.
Must be a regional thing because for me “our” always sounds like “hour” no matter what
For me, I think it just depends. Kind of like how “the” can be “thee” or “thuh” depending on how much I’m enunciating.
Nguyen ewe egg noire Gramm her.
Not gon lie, but i have no idea what this reads. I can maybe make sense of the “Gramm her” part reading as “Grammar” but not much beyond that 😅
Nguyen (a Korean name that is common in America pronounced like “when”)
Ewe (female sheep, pronounced like “you”)
egg (egg only because it sounds a little lile “ig-” )
noire (french for the color black, sometimes used in English, pronounced like “-nore”)
Egg-noire (ignore)
Gramm her (grammar)
So with our sentences together it would be: “In English there are no rules, when you ignore grammar.”
So when you pronounce every word wrong, you can make it sound like something else. Neat.
Ah sea. clever in it’s sense of multi-language cryptid formation. I was seeing if anyone would noticed the sort of humor i was conveying that makes light mockery of a subset of people who place too much importance in other people’s grammar and spelling. Its meant to convey that the most important aspect of the language is that as long as there is mutual understanding in their meaning, the spelling and grammar is nothing to make a big deal about. Language in itself doesn’t abide to an absolute rule. We just need to understand its meaning. Whether it’s “your” or “you’re” won’t matter too much for example.
I cna eevn mssipell msot teh wrods on prupsoe and the maennig wood sitll be udnrestood jsut fnie.
You’ll like this poem:
https://ncf.idallen.com/english.html
The start of it:
Gerard Nolst Trenité - The Chaos (1922)
Dearest creature in creation Studying English pronunciation, I will teach you in my verse Sounds like corpse, corps, horse and worse.
I will keep you, Susy, busy, Make your head with heat grow dizzy; Tear in eye, your dress you’ll tear; Queer, fair seer, hear my prayer.