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An eager tourist traveled southward, since

The trip was recommended by a prince

Of a big Advertising Agency,

Who told him where to go and what to see.



The traveling businessman a map was shown

Of places of attraction and renown,

And spots obscure, in languishing terrain,

That might arouse or jolt a  tourist’s brain.



Docile to the instructions,  he took up

Binoculars, camera, safety kits and map;

So he might safely venture forth and steer

Through alien land, with the appropriate gear.



How strange their customs, habits and their mores,-

Their worship, and the way they do their chores

For village news he was not much agog,

And disinclined to spur a dialogue.



Next to a humble church the tourist sat,

But made no inquiries, and would not chat.

But silently the lengthy film-strip  rolled.

The pictures were complete, and he felt cold



The chills ran down his spine and he felt lost

There was no talk show and no talk show host;

Depressed he was and feeling somewhat low

For none can chat and talk without a show.



He hurried, - a frail Indian drew nigh

A load upon his head as he passed by,

In ragged pants, -but now he stooped- whereat

The tourist wavered, - should he start a chat?



But no, - too alien  was his  countenance

And talking to the chap would make no sense;

He’d seen his fill,-  yet never was apprised

That he had  failed to greet the passing Christ.





Elizabeth Dandy