THE QUEEN OF ALL SPEAKERS Poem, by JVL NARASIMHA RAO, at My poetic side

I am a teacher of English. Aren’t I?

Every body likes you. Don’t they?

Or doesn’t he? What is this?

Am I making unnecessary fuss?

You are still the lover of only the class

Will you ever be the darling of the mass?

If somebody knows you, he becomes a boss.

If anybody ignores you, she will be at a loss

You are difficult to spell

The only thing we do is to yell

Your description is mere hammer

But you have a lot of glamour

You are expanding like the universe

Even a foolish poet like me writes your verse

You are the queen of all speakers

And will surely stay for all ages

Comments +

Cheeky Missy February 12th, 2011 16:15
Lovely! Beautiful tribute to my mother tongue, which interestingly dominates, apparently. Your touch of rhyming and rythm was too enjoyable, as you led us through this delightful tribute to English, for now the queen. I liked the angles you presented it from and enjoyed this ode very much! As for spelling....ya, I've heard English is murderously contradictory....therefore all the more honor to you brave souls who master it as a second language.
- jvl narasimha raoFebruary 13th, 2011 03:30
  I have sacrificed my life to make friends with the queen.Even my mother is neglected for her.Thank you cheeky for your wonderful comments.
  yours JVL

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THE QUEEN OF ALL SPEAKERS