English the Pauper

English,the pauper. I am Mr English,standing on a side walk, For ,I get carried away,when I hear them talk. I sometimes borrow and sometimes steal A word or sound ,just to get a feel Dal becomes Doll and tea is just some Chai But ,when Hello, becomes Hi,all I do is sigh! The tasty broth of language does have local spice Where 'Yeah,Yo and Yehhh', are sandwiched on the same slice I wonder, how this rich diction, would stand the ugly test Where OMG, LOL & SELFIES, do have their nest I,English, was a king that ruled the kingdom of communication, Now ,I'm reduced to a pauper with awful pronunciation . An appeal from this pauper ,is plain you see, Do not suck out my essence ,when you do use me!