Min-Yon-Mar
A poem in the style of Purple Ronnie
In Yangon we met our guide called Min
Like all Myanmar people with a big grin
A land of Temples, some are Stupa
And always inside a statue of Buddha
Sometime seated also reclining
With gold leaf he’s always shining
At the temple everyone does heed
The ringing bell after a good deed
To Golden Rock on a Crazy truck
Hanging on we’d all shout oh **** dear
The cars with steering wheels on the wrong side
When overtaking your eyes you hide
In Mandalay we saw the biggest book
At 729 pages of marble we’d look
At Bagan the balloons we did see
And riding an e-Bike was scaree
At Mount Popa we had to mind our feet
‘cos hundreds of monkeys shit on the street
The Kalaw hike where everything does grow
Ploughed by a Chinese buffalo
At Inle lake on a boat
We saw gardens that do float
At the monastery the cats don’t jump
They lie around – the lazy lumps
Alan always talks at a great pace
Regardless of whether he has his case
Randy really likes his whiskey
But without Lula he can’t get frisky
Zach the ladies like his eyes
But then he buys that’s no surprise
Kevin the Minion with us does go
To get in every photo
Gary collects the glass for beer
To remind him that he was here
Sarah almost had a tear
When she jammed her fingers in the chair
Michelle has a drinking problem all the time
She can’t find a good Myanmar wine
For Ronnie protruding down below
It’s just the camera lens you know
Min he really cannot bear
If out of place is his hair
And now it’s time to say Ta-ta
And fly away very far
Cheers!
