My cat speaks French
But my dog does not,
Preferring to bark in Icelandic.
My boyfriend the polymath
Can speak to them both,
So handy: as though he planned it.
Between the three of us,
We manage to converse,
Into the warm spring evenings,
Occasional misquotes,
Only delight us,
And create humourous upheavenings.
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