A short poem inspired by the tourists I seem to encounter so often...

Pale white tummies
Over tan-lined legs.
Half drained coffee cups,
Sludgy brown dregs.
Very tight bikinis
And neon Speedo shorts
Discarded gin-and-tonics
Bottles full of port.
A towel on the beachside,
Oversized sunglasses
A Dolce & Gabbanna bag.
And tattoos on their arses.

The End

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