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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