The locusts come to buy trinkets
And observe tango demos.
A man in a red sweater motions,
His hand is a flag.
You want photo of paid dancers?
You want photo of yourself with paid dancer?
Best price for you, my friend.
We’ll put a fuangi hat on you.
Impress the girls.
You want photo?
Tango tango tango tango tango tango
Are we in the USA looking for cowboys?
Are we in Paris looking for artists wearing berets?
Maybe we’re looking for sumo wrestlers in Tokyo
Or snake charmers in India or bullfighters in Mexico.
Oh, now I remember - we’re in Buenos Aires watching tango dancers.
Tango tango tango tango tango tango
There. Now you don’t need to go there.
I’ve already told you all you need to know.
this has all the ingredients that i consider to make up an essential michael phillips poem - loved it. especially when you said tango tango tango tango
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm standing wating for you to dance with me, red dress on, rose between my teeth. What's that? You're not coming...shame. Oh well, I suppose I'll just read some more of your lovely poems instead. Hugs Anna xxx