tourist plantation

some think that this is not the time to hop
over the water to some sunny isle
and watch as donkeys on the seaside clop
in what we're told is their perennial style
over a distance mile after sandy mile
while tourists all enjoy the salt sea air
the drovers hide their anger and their bile
but wait till they can drink in the town square

the higher wine enjoyed to the last drop
may not abstemious travellers beguile
but to the tired it is a perfect sop
as each rests weary carcase for a while
and does not have to understand or smile
the folk for whom he never has to care
they smell the dung and watch it start to pile
but wait till they can drink in the town square

no matter who might make you start and stop
you cannot match these fellows in their bile
but should you read their minds you'd call a cop
though i'm not saying it would be worthwhile
since all you'll do is plain annoy and rile
the ones whe are pretending to be fair
yet they will not reveal the complex wile
but wait till they can drink in the town square

prince you observe them walking down the aisle
and bowing when they pass your noble chair
not one will to your face your name revile
but wait till they can drink in the town square