Local Girl’s day in pictures

I was bored to distraction on a recent 12 hour coach ride so I wrote these short comedy poems. i wanted them to be hakus but they are REALLY hard. Anyway these are for comedy purposes only. Ricky says they are pithy.

Language

Although we have no language in common,
I can tell you are very stupid,
…perhaps retarded?

The hostel

The pound is very strong here,
perhaps I could buy you a shirt?

Language II

I no comprede espanol - nada.
Speaking thusly makes me madda.

The bus

I awake to the sound of my heart slowing,
condensation thick on my glasses as if I
am a pervert watching the whole world take a shower.
Families and strangers huddle for warmth - breath visible.
Scarves and hats are fashioned out of magazines.

Please turn down the air conditioning,
it is making me homesick.

The salesman
You asked me for a cigarette,
I am now in your travel agency.

Dance of the free
Permanent smiles,
children laugh and play a foreign game.
A song every day,
A fiesta every weekend.

Possible reason: lousy internet?

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nasal high piched voices,
whine like pigs to the slaughter.
Spotty cleavage - drunk to much.

Awful awful people,
the people of my homeland.

The 8th wonder
It is difficult not to be awed by these ancient monolithic ruins,
but not impossible.