Globe Trotting

I asked him what,
New York was like.
He said it was crazy.
He said Manhattan,
Would suit me.
How does he know that?
He hasn’t even seen my picture.
What does he think I’m like?
Probably just another,
British tourist.

He said that he’d never,
Travelled much.
So I told him what this
Little island was like.
I turned the dales,
Into a wilderness.
Told him about
The changeable weather.
And advised him,
Never to call football, soccer,
In an Englishman’s presence.

poem by Rachel Flint
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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