A doggerel series about the countries of the world.
These islands sound so good right now—
The snow is swirling right outside.
If I could go to Nassau—wow!—
I’d feel as if I’d gone and died
And found a heaven (snowless, please!),
Where sun and beaches dominate—
All soothed by some sweet balmy breeze.
Let's book a flight—and set a date!
The islands’ independence came
In 1973. We know
That tourists ever are the same—
They fly home sunburned—not much dough
Remains. But, oh, they’ve had such fun—
Such food! Such pleasure! No remorse.
Though—ouch!—there is that burning sun.
And extra pounds to lose, of course.