Um poema para o senhor Roger McGough:

A poem for Mr Roger McGough:


I went to Miramar
-It felt like Zanzibar
But it wasn’t that far.

I filled my lungs with ar:
Ecstatic, I
Swallowed the breathless mar.

I dreamt of viajar,
So
So
So
So
So
So
Har(d)

But my tummy,
Filled with ar,
Left me anxious
-Dreaming
Of jantar.

But Oh!
I could not wait for my manjar!
So I pulled over at a gas station

-you know, that lousy one in Gondomar

And ate myself a Power bar.