Just a lowly glass of San Miguel by M.A.Meddings
Just a lowly glass of San Miguel.By M.A.Meddings.
I first saw her at La Corrida,
Two rows back from the Barrera,
And the radiance of her smile was plain to see,
She was a dark eyed Senorita,
And I would that I could meet her,
But the guardian at her side had his eyes on me.
That fellow he looked oh! So!
Just like a Mafioso,
That I determined then 'twas just as well,
For she was fine Rioja wine, when she sat down to dine,
And I? A lowly glass of San Miguel.
I next saw her in Marbella,
From a Bar across the plaza,
By the Casino gate that joins the avenue.
She came towards me flouncing,
Her Tanned Bombillas bouncing,
But the 'Gorilla' at her side drew a bead on me.
He was a full metre wide,
Had a black Toro's hide,
And a scar across his face that marked him well,
She was fine Faustino wine when they took her out to dine,
And I? A lowly glass of San Miguel.
Et la Feria et Malaguena.
Just along from Benalmadania
And Torremolinas, not far along the bay,
She stood out from the crowd,
In an off the shoulder blouse,
A Spanish beauty for which you'd give your life,
But before I had the chance,
To invite her for a dance,
Her husband came and claimed her as his wife.
'I buy her fine Rioja wine when we venture out to dine',
'So Adios lowly glass of San Miguel'.
In the square you should have seen us,
When they played the soul Granainas,
An Alegria in Sevilla for Maria,
Mi lagrimas de Granada
Did barely quell my ardour,
We found passion and la Duende there as well.
But the fire of the fandango
Consumed the proud Diestro
She couldn't fail with a name like Quantrelle
I bought fine Faustino wine when I sat her down to dine.
And her mother? A lowly glass of San Miguel.
Yet it was soon time to leave her,
Despite Espania fever,
To Malagania Airport I was bound
With the tan and my Medallion,
I resembled a fine stallion
And attracted two fine fillies just by chance.
I enquired if they were Danish,
Found that they were English.
Then despaired as I heard the 'ladies' yell
Eh! He'll buy us fine Spanish wine if we sits down to dine,
And me Dad can 'ave a glass of San Miguel.
.
The End
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2005-11-22 at 20:47
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