There was a grumpy man of Manila
who didn't care the slightest scintilla.
He'd lay on the horn -
even on Sunday morn.
When the sign failed, the Church hired a guerilla.
A craftsman from old Ulan Bator
made Genghis Khan statues by the score.
"Call me a fierce lauder,
but he's the best marauder.
We haven't marauded well since days of yore."
An old woman expat in Doha
looked over the wall and said, "Aha!
"It's back! The spacecraft."
"Woman, don't be daft,
"It's been here 'fore we came from Utah!"
The Conquistador who "founded" Cuzco
apparently did not get the memo.
"My lips to your ear,
it's already there.
It's been a city since Moors rule Toledo."
A mother who was visiting Amsterdam
strolled around town pushing her child's pram.
'twas such a delight
'til she hit the red lights,
and her boy saw a game of hide the wild yam.
A proprietor of old Kathmandu
epitomized the spirit can-do,
selling hippies and monks
neckties and swim trunks,
and even sold ascetics kazoos.
Two builders working in Kuala Lumpur
vied to outdo each other's grandeur;
but one tower is straight,
and the other one ain't.
So, I guess we know who won that war.
There was an old painter from Jaipur
who painted ceilings, floors, walls, and doors.
'Til his boss raised a stink,
and said, "Paint it all pink!"
"I've not enough pink cans for that chore."
"How big 's the beach?" asked a tourist in Chennai
"the beach is half-a-klick," came the reply.
"No, he's got it wrong;
it's six K. M. long,
but it is almost half a klick wide!"
A baker from the city of Bishkek
made breads that were so fully bedecked -
the patterns so fancy -
I felt so unclassy,
devouring every last crumb and fleck.