WHAT TO EXPECT ON A CRUISE SHIPA Poem by Mike Keenan
WHAT TO EXPECT ON A CRUISE SHIP
There will be astounding sights beyond excursions that ferry one ashore, mingling with locals attracted to your coin.
Littered around the large pool on the upper deck, you encounter sea-lion-shaped humans in bathing suits, stretched to the max by ample girth
as multiple dining areas provide prodigious portions of addictive food, expanding adipose tissue via ice cream in myriad, magical flavours.
The age demographic replete with canes, walkers and quiet electric scooters, dangerous as they zip by in search of morsels to eat.
At 3 p.m. today, a spa session announced “amazing anti-aging techniques” followed later with a “Happy Hour” to cheer one up.
On T.V., I witness Notre Dame Cathedral burn down in Paris, and wonder which pope will speak first - the German clothes horse or the liberal from Buenos Aires.
Another historic scene - at lunch, I sit near two men whose graphic t-shirts and ball caps declare them vets of Viet Nam, strange that they advertise defeat.
They sit at a large round table with four Asians. I would love to hear the dinner conversation, tales of epic battles and retreats
as you ponder this brief melting pot, stuffed with folk from thirty nations, whom you will not see again
unlike neighbours back home who smile and wave a lot, but never invite one in.
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3 Reviews Added on February 28, 2022 Last Updated on March 5, 2022 AuthorMike KeenanKanata, Ontario, CanadaAboutA retired English/Phys-Ed-teacher-Librarian, I write primarily poetry, humour and travel, published in many newspapers & magazines. For poetry feedback, please read my 'Poetry Evaluations' and 'Poetry.. more..Writing
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