Tuesday 27 September 2011

August 30th

The early towel riser, so much to do
Select daytime seating, join breakfast queue
Up with the lark as the night is diminished
Placing towels before the cleaning staff finish
People waiting like a pack on the prowl
My brolly, my sun bed, look here’s my towel!
Do they do this back in Blighty?
The selective ownership society
Are we so predictable and crass?
Are we defunct of decorum and lacking in class?
As soon as bed reservation is out of the way
It’s time to head to the breakfast buffet
Flavours from the local area of course
Plus endless bottle of Red and Brown sauce
What must they think? What have we become?
Give them Sky Sports and copies of the Sun
Locals speak English, so no need to learn lingo
Knobbly knees contest and some bingo
All signs and menus have been translated
So the vacant vacationer’s minds are vacated
What must they think of us as a nation?
Aren’t we opposed to such segregation?
At home we mix with folks from different lands
Is this how they treat the Germans and Italians?
Time to get up from your towel covered chair
And discover the country that’s waiting out there

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