Poet#28 "Engrish is not my first Rangruage"

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

Rupert works at favorite store down street.
He roars and laughs when I articulate.
And rudely, Rup 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 Rupert's sneers and jeers are ever there.

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

The End

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