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by david kessel Jan 15, 2004 category : Internet slang / love, romance
When I was young I had a dream- To fall in love On distant shores. My teachers said to me \"You need To learn the language -It opens doors\". If local cultures You respect, The people will Appreciate it- You will have friends And go on dates, And you will never Be frustrated... And then I bought A Spanish book To help me learn That graceful tongue. I then that project Undertook- I studied hard, I studied long... And then in Spanish I became A fluent speaker In a year. I spoke it well And felt no shame To make myself To others clear. And to a sultry land I went... To fall in love I hoped immensely, With swarthy maidens, Hand in hand, Walk on the beach And kiss intensely. But even though In Espanol I could converse, I did not score. If fact, I kissed No one at all And moped alone Upon the shore. \"What was the problem?\" You will ask... You see, it wasn\'t My appearance Or language...that Was one such task That needs no tongue Or perseverance... I saw some other Tourists there That spoke No Spanish, not a word. And they were fat And had no hair, Each one just looking Like a nurd. But boy, each one Would have a girl That made me boil With jealous fury. In Spanish dances They would whirl, Their noses In their breasts They\'d bury. Why, why not me? I\'m handsome, Young, And I speak Spanish Like a native, I 'm kind And gentle, not high-strung, And friendly, humble And creative... But that was not What those girls Would look for in A Gringo tourist- I had no job No cash, no pearls- In fact, I was among The poorest... And since no money They could smell, Down their noises At me they sneered, Although I spoke The Spanish well Like one big loser I appeared To most of them... So I went back And learned my lesson Pretty well: In poorer countries It\'s your jack And not the language That gets the belle...
by Ciao Bella
Good poem love the wording