"jamon" poems
Me gusta TEQUILA
Me gusta CERVEZA
Me gusta BAILAR
Sobre la MESA
Dame Limon
Dame La Sal
Dame un Cabron
para BAILAR
Me gusta CHORIZO
Me gusta JAMON
PERO MAS ME GUSTA
BAJARLES EL CALZON
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
we amble down, the hill,
to the waterside markets.
i find it so quaint,
that our town has a green
beside it's river, running.
grass manicured and lush,
presently filled with little town of tents,
and open marquee stalls
that sell, all manner
of things,
plate sized portobello mushrooms,
olive tappenade,
great bunches of happy faced flowers,
cupcakes of scrumptious, more and more-ish flavours.
home made cordials.
jewellery, and cushions and
carved wooden bread boxes.
all spread out for us to see.
ant and owls made from old
silver spoons..... bonsia trees, fresh herbs, jamon
and piccalilli, tropical fruits
in smoothies, icecreams and salads
and over, under the age old
morton bay fig
face painters, wooden geegaws and thingymagigs
painted in bright carnival colours.......
what a way,
wonderful and sublime,
to while away,
a lazy sunday morning..
we amble back up the hill
with bags of edible treasures
an silver owl named boo....
a child tiger hybrid and a spinning clown....
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC