Travel sucks! Why? Here’s a list
See if you can get the gist.
My bag is zipped but without doubt
Forgot to leave my liquids out
Security lineup’s long as heck
And I get picked for random check
Now at the gate and there’s a guy
Who cuts the line- no reason why,
My flight’s delayed; they’re out of food
The customs folks are kinda rude
But when I get to a new city
Damn, it’s looking uber pretty!
The view’s divine, the locals cool
The buildings— architectural jewels
The metaphorical grass is green
The sights— the best you’ve ever seen
Vienna is a visual froth
These folks are cut from different cloth
Saw paintings, sculpture, coins and more
Music, churches, marble floors.
It’s gorgeous and I feel my luck
And yet— alas, I am a schmuck
Cause— it all feels like a lot
Some designers lost the plot
While violins can sound so placid
Decor reads more like Trump on acid
You like gold! We get it dude
But when you use this much it’s crude
Or maybe I’m just not cut out
For what Vienna’s all about
Like —I am sadly, such a keener
To giggle when there’s talk of weiners;
Get tipsy walking cobbled stones,
Waver into cycling zones
Not saying I am unintelligent
But maybe somewhat... less than elegant
Vienna you are style and grace
But I’m ready for a different pace
And so tomorrow— off to Prague
Where I will write a different blog :)
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