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