Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Poetry Tuesday: Barcelona, Eaten
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!
* bikini = Spanish grilled cheese with ham sandwich