Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A Sonnet About Spain

Everyone else makes blogs when they're abroad.  I already have one.  So here's a poem:

I came to Spain I cannot tell you why
Perhaps the language that I learned to speak
Another year in Georgia I’d have died
My Tolerance for Maggie’s has grown weak
I smile at las chicas at the club
Just glad to be in such a different place
Cerveza flows from taps at every pub
Pobreza is with alcohol erased
I’ll go to Munich and to Amsterdam
Although a tourist I am really not
Oktoberfest makes you into a man
I heard the Red Light District flows with pot
Madrid will be my humble home this fall

If you’re in Spain please do give me a call