Feeding the 5000
As Tania and I sit,
Chatting and sharing a meal.
The dogs of Lapinha come,
Hoping for a tasty snack.
It was as if the 5000,
Had descended upon the bar.
And yet we were happy,
That we had enough to share.
We must have been a sight,
Me in my shorts and boots,
Tania in her gleaming trainers,
And our conversation in foreign tongue.
But the local canine population,
Seemed happy to joust for position.
To be close by our side,
As we gave generously our treats.
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