Riting Wrules

I've often thought that riting wrules were wridiculous
How strange that pears were paired and pared
A widower should make widows, not the other way around
There is no such thing as a made up wordie
As soon as you say it
It's stitched into stories
There are so many words locked away in little birdie-boxes
That are not dusted and wet-wiped and polished as much as they weary well should be
Alice was bandersnatched but I
I was snicker-snatched
And when you kiss me with lemon rinds on your lips
My heart is zingly
Overmorrow you will say a word and perhaps it will be gobblygook 
But it will certainly be more spellbinding than whatever you're saying today