There was a Bible-thumping lady from Charleston
who, in her views, was no less than puritan.
She tried to ban books
she hadn't given a look
because, like "Moby Dick," the titles were smut-ridden.
There was a bike-rick driver in Huế
always honked at for being in the way.
He took loads fit for a truck,
drove 'em crosstown for a buck,
and got their faster by using the expressway.
There was a rich businessman from Japan
who'd always wanted to be his country's Batman.
But his civil city
was not Gotham-gritty,
and the cape made him look like a madman.
There was a royal baker in Germany
whose bread the king despised fervently.
The king issued a decree:
Death, or bread passing light times three!
The baker twisted dough so three holes showed,
and bestowed it earnestly.
A longshoreman at the Port of Savannah
had to unload ships full of bananas.
They'd trip rad detectors,
and in came inspectors
to prevent a critical mass of banana.
A contrarian tourist traveling through Livingstone
missed Victoria Falls when all was said & done.
He'd thought it a trifle
to see tower Eiffel,
and, when in Paris, he made an end-run.
There was an executive from Noda,
a member of the class, high bourgeois.
He was the big boss
over all the soy sauce,
but when he told people, they heard, "Blah, blah, blah!"
There was a clumsy tourist in Cebu
who broke Magellan's Cross, and sought wood glue.
"Oh, don't worry, son!
That's not the first one.
The original was lost... and was already broken, too."
There was a gambling man of Lusaka
who was always running low on Kwacha.
That's the money, you see,
and despite ardent pleas
when you're a gambler no one will spot 'cha.