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 American Tourists At Stonehenge



Where's the bathroom?
Is there a gift shop?
Hey driver can't you get any closer?
You'd think that when they built this place,
they'd have put the parking-lot a little nearer.
What! I've got to walk right over there!

Loud clothes,
loud voices,
cameras clicking,
pushing, shoving.
How much of this funny money does it cost?
No please or thank you to the cashier.

So is this it then?
Is this Stonehenge?
This pile of rocks!
I can't see what all the fuss is about,
are there ancient Brits still living here?

I think that we've been ripped off,
it was the same when we went to Rome,
The Brits are worse than the Italians,
I wished we'd stayed at home.

The custodian just smiled,
he'd heard it all before,
as another coach full of fat tourists,
pulled up and parked,
ready for a tour.






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