Spanish Caff Incident
By ralph
Thu, 09 Jun 2016
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In the Spanish caff
I ask the price of a
carafe of red wine.
And the waiter Jose,
who knows me and
who has become a
big mate of mine
I suppose
even though
he prefers Rosé,
shouts,
"Tinto. Cinco!"
And then my other pal,
Sevvy.
Who like me,
used to love a bevvie
until his life got somewhat heavy,
advises strongly
and not wrongly
that I oughta have
a glass of water instead.
"Por favor.
You know the score.
With a nice
slice of
lime for
the rhyme.
Ole!"
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