Shifting Population - Poem by Oskar Hansen
The foyer at the new hospital was full of women
It was a cold day, and they wore coats, brown /grey
short and squat they looked like toys sprung live
and had to see a doctor promptly.
Algarvian women tend to be short and after marriage
grow sideways till they look as squares of flesh, but they
are beautiful when young what they have in common
though is a tongue they never stop talking and that is why
men spend a lot of time in cafes drink wine and play cards.
Once upon a time this was an Arab province but the beauty
of the Semitic race didn`t stick, the Moslems brought their
own women. The nearest I can compare them to are
the Norwegian people of the north, who one day got, fed up
of cold winds and no oranges, populated this place we now
called the Algarve, and her people are fond of bacalao.
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