The Joys of English

We are singing a number of French pieces at the moment and just as I'm thinking about how French is a stupid bloody language and so hard to read, I am sent a little something:

The Joys of English:
The bandage was wound around the wound.
The farm was used to produce produce.
The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
They were too close to the door to close it.
After a number of injections my jaw got number. (I've never actually thought about number and number being the same.)
Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.


Poor French people trying to get their head around this crazy language and here I am whinging!