I'm sorry this is late folks i've been having major issues with my laptop all day. Just revived it. Here is a little poem...
Picturesque with sunny vales,Tight slate hills in rainy Wales,
Snowy scenes in mountain glen,Or a night time scene of old Big Ben.
Sandy beaches on a foreign shore,A close up of a gothic cathedral door,
Scorpions and roaches cooked on a stick,A Buddhist temple candle burning to the wick.
The Great Wall of China in all its glory,An ancient burial ground whispering its story.
A cocktail vibrant in a tall tall glass,
A fat lady on Blackpool beach perched on her ass.
Wherever you’ve been or plan to go,There will be a postcard to send home to the flow,
And rush of the bastards you ran away from,And the biggest lie always is ‘I wish you were here’.