A Passport Is Just A Passport In Portugal Poem by Shirley Morgan

A Passport Is Just A Passport In Portugal



A man who could'nt use his passport to order his dinner.
As I sat to eat
I realized I could'nt speak protegese
the waiter asked me what I wanted to eat
i could'nt read the menu but I did see vodka
so I said, (OO-noh)
As the time went on
when the waiter returned to my table
I said, (treshs) vodka's
and a casa (ah-Dyhs) please!
because I'm drunk

Thursday, February 27, 2014
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As I sat to eat
I realized I could'nt
speak protegese
The waiter asked
me what I wanted to
eat. I could'nt
read the menu but
I did see vodka so
I said (OO-noh)
As the time went on
When the waiter returned
to my table, I said, (trehs) vodka's and
and a Casa (ah-Dyhs please!
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