Day 12 - Prompt: take a poem (in a foreign language and attempt phonic translation, or something similar)
Learning a Language
I’m not good with foreign languages
I think it’s those guttural sounds
So, for me, today’s poetry prompt
Is well and truly out of bounds
It’s not that I don’t like foreigners
And I love different foods, and sun
But when it comes to speaking the lingo
Well, I just don’t know how it’s done
At school we had lessons in German
But I’ve only ever been to France
So my counting and short conversation
Was never really given a chance
I’ve tried the CDs and earphones
I quite fancied Afrikanns
But that’s really guttural and Dutch like
So I ‘d have to depend on my charms
I’m British so I just look helpless
Shrug my shoulders a couple of times
Shout ‘cos I think that’s helpful
And if that fails, well I’d mime
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