My favorite language is Wamberican
And we, it’s only two speakers
It’s pronounced when you bring me broetchen and cider
And you will have none, preferring mopane and spinach
Wamberican is the large Oshikandela, even if we disagree on
flavor
An interrogative sentence is a question when followed by
‘what?’
And it’s first speaker mutters “cultural differences”
When you catch me sneaking the dog on the bed again
It is a language filled with joyful laughs
And tender whispers
And slow speech requiring hours to dissect
What was really meant and what was heard
I am trying to say what?
Ondikuhole (I love you)
Obvious
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