Pidgin English poem
A yellow taxi comes in view.
The weary chauffeur asks, "Where to?"
What would result if you replied,
"Make walkee chop-chop Broadway side?"
You'd wander down Fifth Avenue
To look at frocks as women do
Or try on hat to spend your cash on --
"Wantchee more better, proper fashion."
When we go home, I wonder whether
We'll lose our pidgin altogether?
I'd like to keep a little bit.
I find I'm rather fond of it."