the goat turned to the camel
the camel wasn't there
the hirsute horse may never have been there at all...
the spangly kitted germans smiled knowingly at eachother
an ugly english bloke with a tattoo bore down on them
2 Australians waited for their burgers
fiddled with their beers
and wondered what happened to the italian
a frenchwoman appeared and joined the germans
who sparkled quite magnificently
the ugly englishman moaned something naff and kissed barriers away
the australians attacked their burgers and found some more beer
ingenious aren't they?
clumsy attempts at tempting the unchaperoned euroschnaa
we will just continue our conversation
some scots is heard in the distance
australian bellies start to fill
a blurry italian walks in
an australian walks out
the relics shamble amongst themselves
small talk begins to spread its wings
swedes in darwin
germans in perth
french in brisbane
americans in adelaide
and sydney still full of wankers
britlanders fooking everywhere
and those luxembourgers in Koo wee rup
the languages melt
german, english, italian, french and pissedvis
where is the warmth ?
breeze caresses heads and hairs
it didn't seem that other-worldy
gestures swirling and lost in the dungeons
POOF
and perfect cloud appears
and even obscurity is obscured
leaving a chirpy italian and bad italian
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