No Need To Scoff, Just A Little Off!

Ever have a word of three at your sea that looks right but it is spelled wrong? I have come to find a few as I sing my daily rhyming song.

I go all whalla at my sea.
I have done the whalla spree.
Oopsy, my french sucks.
Viola it is, aww shucks.

Then one from before,
Went all flare at my shore.
Fine if a signal I need to send,
But flair is the correct trend.

Another has to do with spit,
And my ocd did not let me spell it.
Yeah, we'll go with that,
Flem = phlegm at every mat.

Those three are mine,
That were caught by the feline.
I'm sure there are more.
I find some as I explore.

Libary I've seen a time or ten.
I guess they like berries at their den.
I wonder if they are tasty too?
I guess a library could tell you.

Harrass I came across.
Maybe they didn't floss?
Nope, R it wasn't you.
I won't harass and turn you blue.

One lit a fire,
Going firey to aspire.
I guess fiery is a liar.
Fire must be dire.

Gage was a fun one.
Looks right when done.
But I couldn't gauge it.
Maybe they both are a hit.

Believe me I have seen,
Many pop up on screen.
Beleve me I say,
They are on display.

But I don't care.
Just what I've seen at my or another lair.
I accommadate all.
Oh yeah, accommodate at my hall.

Any words you flip flop when away they drop? Seen any at any other sea that stick out to thee? Catch a few of mine yet? That is a safe bet. Many sure do come to pass. But oh well, says my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.