Engrish is Not my First Ranguage

America, the rand of brave and free...
I come to here from very far afar.
But Engrish words are true concerns for me,
For when they're spelled with L, I utter R.

Robert works at favorite store down street.
He roars and raughs when I articurate.
And rudely, Rob requests that I repeat
Words like "rural" and "collaborate".

It's wrong to ridicule my narrow errors!
L's require practice to prepare!
With regular rehearsal they are rarer...
But Robert's sneers and jeers are ever there.

I TRYING to control my R and L!
I really rather Robert rot in Hell.

The End

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