God’s been taking Spanish lessons.
He goes down to the community centre after work
for the intermediate class:
Mondays, 7 to 9 p.m.,
Wednesdays, same time.
If you take a peek into classroom #13,
you can see Him there in the back
conjugating -ir verbs
with the snowbirds, brushing up
for next season.
Of course, He already knows it,
or most of it, but
a little refresher can’t hurt.
The teacher’s a lovely woman
who also runs the movie palace down the road.
A beautiful old one-screen theatre,
but don’t bother going there on Monday or Wednesday,
At first, she was a little nervous
to be teaching Him,
but He’s just so nice and
He’s always asking such funny questions,
how would you say,
‘Brood of vipers’ or
‘It is finished’?”