poetryshoebox:

“What’s your favorite foreign language?” asks the cabbie,
and when I ask why, he says he knows “butterfly”
in 241 of them, so I say, “Okay, French!” and he says,

“Papillon!” and I say, “German!” and he says, “Schmetterling!“
and I’m running out of languages I know, so I say,
“Uh,…