Мне очень нравится это милое стихотворение, своего рода забавный рассказ о проведённом отдыхе. Решила этот "рассказ в стихах" здесь выложить. Автора, к сожалению, не знаю.
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We travelled to Venice, then on to Verona
To test a Fiesta with only one owner.
We drove through the night to a village near Brussels
To choose lots of booze and eat plenty of mussels.
We later decided to head off to Spain
Via France for a chance to drink lots of champagne.
But after a week of good living and booze
We agreed that we’d need to rest up in Toulouse.
Then we drove to Madrid before heading to Lisbon
To meet our friend Pete who’d just flown in from Brisbane.
We drove farther south to a town near Granada
To find lots of wine to replenish the larder,
And then spent a week just outside Algeciras
But folk that we spoke to refused to come near us.
We stayed for a while in the town of Pamplona
Where Pete walked the street (he’s a bit of a loner).
We drove fairly fast to a hotel in Cannes
Where we tried to confide our affairs to a man,
Who gave us some goods to deliver in Rome
For a fee we’d not see until safely back home.
We sailed down to Malta to stay in Valetta
But a fax sent from Sfax made us think that we’d better
Cross over to Tunis then drive to Algiers
To speak to a Greek I had known for some years.
We drove through Morocco to reach Casablanca
To discuss, without fuss, our affairs with a banker.
Then headed back north, crossed the Straits of Gibraltar
But passed through so fast we were starting to falter,
And round about then I began to remember
I had to meet Dad on the tenth of September.
We sold the Fiesta and loaded a plane
With some gear from Tangier then we got on a train,
Which roared through the night till it reached Santander
Where we stayed one more day just to breathe in the air,
Then a boat brought us back to our own native shores.
So that was my holiday, how about yours?