Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Poetry Tuesday: Barcelona, Eaten

Nativity

Barcelona, eaten by the Pope
Familia spires served well to pick his teeth
Pillars there? Why, white asparagus.

No bikini* on the beach is safe, they say
Rovellons for buttons? Gobbled down
Patatas Bravas? Papa, Brava! Way to eat the streets!

Barcelona, eaten up by me
Every paving stone, a pastry
Each ounce of sea to wash a dish.

Paella, small plates, salads -- all are gone
The landscape's stripped, we ate it
The city's tapas? Tapped.

Not Gaudi! The Pope! And me!

Pastries

Tuna 2

Cream

Park

Specials

Lunch

Shrooms

White asparagus

Temptation Fruit. 2 Euros 50! Inside

Croissant

Ham; Asparagus

Naranja

Emergency snack Sunflower crackers

Apple and cream

Surprise lemon

Paella

Wrapped Clementine Clem wrapper So as to not get scurvy

Chocolate sticks

Brunch

Bocadillo

* bikini = Spanish grilled cheese with ham sandwich

Another city view

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