¿Cuàl es qué?



My hopeless attempt at poetry in Spanish.


 ¿Cuàl es qué?

Mi profesor pregunta mi a escribir una poema;

Pero sobre que, es el problema.

Puedo escribir sobre un pàjaro o mi casa o un àrbol;

Pero yo no sé español.

El significado de qué y cuàl parecen ser los mismos;

No se si es lo mismo con mis amigos.

Escribo qué para cuàl y cuàl para qué;

Tambien escribo uve cuando es be.

¿Escribo todas las vocales con acento?

Lo siento!

Pero todo esto muy confuso.

                                           -firefly

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