Lunes, Lines, Languages

Catching up with yesterday, and writing a poem for today. First one is a lune.

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He Had Purple Shoes

And his name?

I could have asked him.

I prefer mysteries.

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Si Les Souhaits Etaient Des Chevaux.. Des Cheveux?

What's that word I look for

that starts with a, with a, with a..

L? 

No maybe it was an N

Nooooo

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

really.

Do you?

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 

or

or

Do you think it is

IMPOSSIBLE

HARDEST LANGUAGE

TOO OLD

for

learning?

Well tell me then, when is one

meant to learn if the

cut-off age you say is

6

14

or

three???

Really, three?

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

Yo alucino..

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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.