I have an ear for imitation, even when I cannot accurately reproduce the effect. This is when poetry comes to my aid,  as the reader can hear what I intend, in their own head. That way I can ‘edge my bets that the message will be transmitted intact.

Hedgey

Hev’rytime I think I’ve got it worked out

An ‘eavy bomb blows it to smithereens:

Perhaps I’m not meant to lose hev’ry doubt;

Perhaps I’ve not the ‘eart, the soul, the means.

You would know best that heach time I try to

Better our lot in life, I seem to ‘urt

Both you and the girls: hearth moves your lives through

Indigo ‘eavens, ground down into dirt.

Recent hevents ‘ave shown just ‘ow I’m liked:

Too bad I’m a mess; ‘ell knows no fury —

Heven for one who pricks like an ‘edgey.

Despite best intentions, I’ve been out-psyched

And distracted by ‘eavies and worry:

You might heven say I’m a bit hedgey…