A doggerel series
about the countries of the world.
Bahamas.
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.
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