I work with this foreign fella.
He is really quite funny.
He said, “Proctol exam with an umbrella.”
Do they say that in his country?
His accent is really quite thick.
I honesty find it amazing.
His mind is so very quick.
I get a kick out of what he’s saying.
The reason to me it’s astonishing.
Thinking first in his native tongue.
Then, in English, he’s admonishing.
But, his jokes are all in good fun.
He is extremely intelligent.
An electrical engineer.
From his land, to this he went.
Twenty years he’s been living here.
American’s the melting pot.
People from so many lands.
All kinds, this country’s got.
Work together hand in hand.
Because when you get down to it.
Maybe we all want the same thing.
At the same table, to sit.
End our differences, we should bring.
For this guy’s case, he was disappointed.
For changes made to his plan.
The changes, his skills he appointed.
With a little humor, this naturalized man.
- Author: WriteBeLight ( Offline)
- Published: November 3rd, 2016 07:49
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 26
Comments1
Great write
Thanks. The guy in this poem is real and funny!
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