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This is my third collaboration with Beckie, of Beckie’s Mental Mess, check out her blog here:
Thank you, Beckie. As ever it was a pleasure working with you, and in this case, travelling with you. 🙂
The Finished Poem:
I’d like to travel far and wide,
and explore some exotic climbs,
From the Himalayan mountainside,
a panoramic view, one can witness at any given time,
When watching television, staring google-eyed,
but to actually go there physically would be something quite sublime.
Far off lands and sunny coastlines,
I watch this television, envious of the people enjoying their time.
It’s time for me to taste some Italian wines,
get up and journey to far-flung lands, divine
Indulge in fine cuisine while I dine,
to savour the flavour from ripened grapes, straight from the vine.
Travel to London, and sail down the serpentine,
that’s something that’s always been a dream of mine.
Imagine, the Changing of The Guard, strickly on time
and wouldn’t it be a hoot to have the Queen drive by?
And if it’s Christmas season, I could take in a Pantomime,
or buy a ‘Whistle and Toot’ which, by the way, is Old Cockney Rhyme.
Off to search the medieval castles of The Isle of Skye,
afterwards, visit Portree’s little boutiques and pubs on the harbourside.
Where there’s much more to see than ever meets the eye,
From glen to glade, where once a Bonnie Prince did hide.
“The Hills Are Alive With The Sound of Music!” I belt out a tune to some passerby,
Just one glance and they think of me as a wiseguy.
As I whirl around on an Austrian alpine meadow, like Fraulein Maria on a High,
Something, I would love to do, if only I wasn’t quite so shy.
Oh, how my mind wanders as the bicycles speed by,
Where should I venture off to next, by train or should I fly?
maybe a canal boat trip to see Tulips in Amsterdam, or why
shouldn’t I sail to Venice and give a Gondola ride a try?
This is a dream vacation that may only happen once in my lifetime,
I order the tickets in advance, up to the Eiffel Tower, to avoid the long lines.
As I wander around Montmartre I hear the bells of the Sacre Couer Chime,
And watch a show at the Moulin Rouge in its dark and intimate confines.
What’s next on my list? I check it thoroughly, off to Palace of Versailles.
Louis XIV’s gilded palace and gardens, that survived the French Revolution of 1789.
Then off for a gentle cruise down the Rhine in Germany to see the Lorelei,
Or off to Turkey’s Istanbul to admire something ancient and Byzantine.
Germany’s ultimate Fairytale Castle, Neuschwanstein,
next, to Sultanahmet Square, to appreciate the architecture in stride.
Or a trip to America’s far south-west, to explore the exotic Argentine,
dancing the Tango in a sequined vest, the beauty of Buenos Aires cannot be denied.
I must remember to pack my SPF 30 Sunscreen
when sunbathing at Pinamar, I hear that part of the country to be sublime.
Then on to the Amazon jungle, somewhere totally tropical, lush and green,
I was going to head to Mexico, but then I realised it doesn’t rhyme.
Ooh, Mexican huevos rancheros, enchiladas, with rice and beans,
break out the Tums, I consumed too much all at once this time.
Enjoying the cuisine that has been lovingly shared by blogger Irene,
Then, where do I go next? How about a road trip to Anaheim?
Blogger, Angie lives in South California, Ben’s Grandma, the Queen!
Then back on the road and head up the Pacific Coastline.
Then on past L.A and San Fran, northwards past Seattle where the air is clean,
I’d like to groove on up to Vancouver, far from the trail of the lonesome pine.
Vancouver’s surrounded by mountains and tranquil scenes,
smack dab in the middle, a diverse city of art, theatre’s, and music divine
Then across the mighty Rockies to explore Chicago in limousines,
then across Lake Michigan and on to Toronto over that great dividing line.
Ooh! The CN Tower scaling over the city’s soaring skyscrapers, Wow, what a scene!
Head to Niagra Falls to watch evenings light show glisten and shine.
And then a cruise down the Hudson river would be relaxing and serene,
and then to Manhattan island where the elite go to dine.
Down to Chinatown, maybe Little Italy for a cannoli filled with delicious cream,
Then to the New Jersey shore and the boardwalk for a good ole’ time.
Maybe, then a trip to Philadelphia where Liberty was proclaimed supreme,
then catch a train to Carolina, where nothing can be finer, at least that’s the line.
To Georgia, drive through the majestic Blue Ridge Mountains and sip from a fresh stream,
Off to Florida, the sunshine state, visit Disney World and sing “It’s a Small World” – Which is asinine.
And now I’ve travelled far and wide, an around the world trip, extreme.
It’s time to get up from my old rocking chair, it was all a splendid dream.
I hope you enjoyed this epic journey and poem and it made you giggle.