I ordered a "Maccha Latteacho" instead of a Latte Macchiato the other day. The waitress just nodded her head, but my friend had a good laugh.

I read this many years ago, and immediately memorized it. It was credited to one of the Pythons (Terry Jones, maybe?), but I can't remember which one:

A Port Shoem
by the Speverend Rooner

I've a gouse and a hard-on in the country,
An ace to call my plown.
A treat I can replace to
When I bead to knee alone.

Yes, wature here is nunderful;
There is no weed for nerds.
While silling by windowflutter
Biny little turds.