On Speaking French Poem by Pete Crowther
On Speaking French
When I heard him
struggle
to speak French,
I thought: “My French,
though not fluent,
is better than that”.
I love these brief moments of triumph. But then, there are so many more languages I can't speak: (A funny one. It is true that brevity is the soul of wit. Warmly, Julia
Hahaha, Peter! Been there/thought that! ... Just glad I wasn't foolish enough to say, 'May I be of help? '
Oh, I'm laughing Pete! So true. My favourite is when you see people shouting slowly at someone who can't speak English, as if that's going to help somehow! J'adore. Hugs (from a terrible French speaker) Anna xxx
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4/25/2024 6:20:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ha, , ha. This is Lovely and funny. Peace.