prior to coming to lisbon poem, written at 3am...

to lisbon to lisbon that's where i'll go
no reason no reason but that's where i'll go
escaping our winter, hail, rain and snow
to lisboa portugal, that's where i'll go


Where will i go, what will i do
i'll teach, break and surf, that's what i'll do
not in the know, without muchuva clue
where and what, i'll manage to do

i've waited,.. oh i've put off and waited...
.....now is the time, the time has come
to finally,...... yes finally
... become a tefl bum!



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first (and possibly last poem)........