On Language

A Petrarchan sonnet (iambic pentameter again with an  abba cde rhymescheme) this time and much more fun than the last maudlin effort. Have just noticed I might need to change the very boring and repetitive title! Can only get the last two lines to scan properly spoken aloud, so it probably needs some syllabic tweaking somewhere.
 
On Language
 
Exercise your brain, they say! And stave off
all time’s ravages, senility will
retract his ragged claws, and better still
you’ll tell the young ones they can all sod off
back to ploughing language’s threadbare trough
with txting, LOL!s and grammer errors’ shrill
I mean, it’s quite enough to make one ill
but choose instead to look askance and scoff,
because, as you know best, the rules apply
from here to kingdom come, although I doubt
you still address your friends as ‘thee’ or speak
as if upon the BBC, or cry
foul each grocer’s apostropheric flout;
the stickler’s house of cards begins to creak.