Professor Poetry Hound
Spanish Lesson - Poem by Professor Poetry Hound
I was in Guadalajara last Tuesday, and a waiter
came up to my table wearing a nametag that
said his name was Jesus. I couldn’t believe his
audacity and presumptuousness making fun of
our Lord like that!
So I stood up and slugged him in the gut. He
went sprawling across the floor. Some
restaurant employees ran over and grabbed me
and held me down until the police came. What
I found out later the waiter’s name was actually
pronounced, “Hey-Seuss” and a lot of people in
Mexico have that name. I guess it’s a tribute to
Dr. Seuss or something, and not an insult
directed at our Lord.
But how was I supposed to know that ridiculous
pronunciation? One of the things I hate about
Mexico is that everyone is always walking
around speaking Spanish.
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