Our tourists

Our tourists

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tourists are here

And don’t we know it

The “red plates” as we call them

Driving along at 10 miles an hour

 

Men in their new shirts, bought by their wives

Oh, don’t they look hideous, and the poor souls know it!

Beer bellies hanging out

Unshaven and smelling of  beer

 

Women in sling backs, a thong and a bikini top

What a sight they look, if only they knew

They think they look beautiful

More makeup on than is in the shop!

 

Typical they are, our tourists that come

But we do love to see them really

Makes us laugh and have a giggle

At their expense of course

 

I’m sorry we do this

But life on the island awaits them coming

Makes our summer fun

But, I confess we also love you to go

 

Then we get our lives back

No red plates to avoid

No beer bellies whilst eating your lunch

No half naked tourists

 

Please come back soon though

We do miss you all

Got to have a laugh

At your expense, sorry..

 

 

Author's Note

No offense meant to all you lovely tourists. :)

Reviews

[KAREN]

Hahahahaha! This was a great humorous poem!

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the brits on holiday...yeah lovely..

[Pickleby Davies]

This is interesting because when you go to somewhere new, I don't really think about what the natives impressions are. Cool idea

[Carolina Kel]

At some point or another, we're all tourists of some kind. Interesting.