Madrid is where
you were ripped off
by some trader,
where we ate
that god-awful meal,
but the art was good,
and the sunshine
warmed us through,
and the wine
or Bacardi and coke,
and the base camp tents
were o.k.
You didn't like
Sans Sabastion;
I went to mass
at the Burgos cathedral;
you said you would
give it a miss.
Malega where
Picasso was born
was your favourite place.
The base camp
was good and that night
at the disco
up until the small hours
dancing and drinking.
And the Spanish guys
were dancing too,
eyeing up the girls,
giving them
the language thrill,
but we went to my tent,
but the ex-army guy
was asleep there so
I walked you to your tent
and walked back
to my own
neither of us alone.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
Madrid is where
you were ripped off
by some trader,
where we ate
that god-awful meal,
but the art was good,
and the sunshine
warmed us through,
and the wine
or Bacardi and coke,
and the base camp tents
were o.k.
You didn't like
Sans Sabastion;
I went to mass
at the Burgos cathedral;
you said you would
give it a miss.
Malega where
Picasso was born
was your favourite place.
The base camp
was good and that night
at the disco
up until the small hours
dancing and drinking.
And the Spanish guys
were dancing too,
eyeing up the girls,
giving them
the language thrill,
but we went to my tent,
but the ex-army guy
was asleep there so
I walked you to your tent
and walked back
to my own
neither of us alone.
