Fair

The hair so long and blond she twists into an idle knot
And laissez faire so cool she passes off as travel chic
But style is fading with her smile it’s clear she’s far too hot
Arrival in Cambodia as temperature has peaked
The hippy chick’s unhappy but the sun will not relent
The ‘air conditioned’ bus is full and travellers are stale
And any minute now frustration she will have to vent
To travel isn’t easy for the single white female
She cracks as we arrive at quite a desolate café
The comfort break’s not easy and she finds she has to squat
She wants to see the world but secretly she wants a way
To see the truly wonderful and skip all that is not
Now wipe your tears and wipe your hands and get back on the bus
Your laissez faire’s more plausible if you don’t make a fuss

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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