Catching up with yesterday, and writing a poem for today. First one is a lune.
He Had Purple Shoes
And his name?
I could have asked him.
I prefer mysteries.
Si Les Souhaits Etaient Des Chevaux.. Des Cheveux?
What's that word I look for
that starts with a, with a, with a..
No maybe it was an N
Neh neh neh
That sounds wrong...
Como, como, como
I don't speak perfect Spanish or perfect
a n y t h i n g
Sure, I could be working harder and not be so lazy
But those umlauts and tildes and oh Finnish numbers
are so eeeeaaaaasy -
I mean, have you tried counting
Do you think it is
Well tell me then, when is one
meant to learn if the
cut-off age you say is
So I suppose all our lives are lies and
if we weren't born bilingual it's rotten.
Tell me how many learn guitar at two
Or reading at one and
now tell me why
languages are so special?
Now let me tell you, rotten old spoilsport
You're just mustasukkainen
and much mistaken
Disclaimer: These are poems I won't be spending a lot of time on. As such, I don't expect perfection (neither do I need it). However feel free to tell me what you think about them, and if you enjoy certain lines more than others - I'm quite OK with constructive criticism!
Are you participating in NaPo? Do you write poetry? Feel free to comment below and leave a link to your day one poems, and any general comments you wish to leave.