Poem 2

This is a poem called Spanish Longing. Oh I long for a Spanish Girlfriend. With eyes the colour of a seventies kitchen, with hair the length of a good book. With legs as straight and interesting as two sticks of chorizo, heavy on the Paprika. With a confident nose and drawbridge eyebrows, that lift and drop to traffic thought. With speech that spatters and spits, Zeds become Ths, C becomes Ths, everything becomes Th's. Oh I long for my Spanish Girlfriend But spotty Nancy from the estate gives a cracking wristy.