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!
Copyright © Natasha Wheeler | Year Posted 2017
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