24.6.10

Καλοκαιρινή ποίηση vol. 6 - Διεθνής Καριέρα

Summer in Greece

The weather freaks me out, I hate the foggy London,
even the food is horrible, I have no taste of onion.
I've had enough of everything, let's pack our stuff for Greece,
don't worry about the money, we 're staying at my niece.
I 'll take you to Acropolis, to see the ancient marbles,
but pray there is no strike again, and chew all day Big Bubbles.
We ll bathe all day and night in crystal clear seas,
we ll eat as much moussaka, we re gonna be obese.
Our tan will be miraculous, they 'll envy us forever,
you ll be as dark as Hussein, our Pakistani gardener.
Neither the phone will bother us, nor even will your mother,
as soon as on the table, arrives the ouzo platter.
I know a place in Mykonos, where people spill champagne,
I wonder if the IMF has asked them to explain.
I ll buy you all the souvenirs you ll ever need from "Plaka",
we ll even learn the language and greet ourselves "Malaka!".


like it? katinaki goes global!


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