to be or not to be polite

To be or not to be polite.

I sit on the terrace 
enjoying the spring sun
the sea is calm
I see in my binoculars
the president 
of Portugal taking 
his daily swim
Later in the day 
he will fly 
to Alentejo to 
judge in a dog show
My wife to read 
the Facebook
takes a dislike to 
a red-haired woman
says she is vulgar
tells me to be polite
She has a decorated
walking cane
wears green fingernails
changes the color
of her nails
to match her dress
of the day
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