A Travelling Tale.

There once was a man in Cornwall,
Whose wild oats he wanted to sprall.
He got on a boat,
With a 50 pound note,
And soon he looked at the Great Wall.

He stayed at a sleezy hotel,
He couldn't get over the smell.
With flowers and wine,
He tried hard to dine,
But alas 'cause the noise hurt as well.

Downtrodden he went out to walk,
But knew he could not talk the talk.
A beautiful beau,
A promise but 'lo,
They young lady still had a "Stalk".

He got on the boat yet again,
But this time he came out in Spain.
The sights and the sounds,
turned him round and around,
In Pamplona he felt a great pain.

After the bills were all paid,
He went off to where he would stay.
A nice 5-star villa,
With plenty of dinner,
He went out on the town for some play.

He met a young dancing girl,
Whose skin was a smooth as a pearl.
Her hair flowing brown,
Going all the way down,
'Cross her as she did twist and twirl.

He struck up a lame conversation,
mixed the words for Hotel and for Station.
She smiled with glee,
And then so did he,
But Rome was his new destination.

In the shadow of the Leaning Tower.
He managed to rest for an hour.
Lulled into sleep.
The pickpockets did creep.
The situation for him was now sour.

He went to the local Police,
And was served by a Cop called Denise.
They hit it off well,
A date came with "Farewell!".
He did think that his luck had increased.

He met her at a small cafe,
and together the passion did sway.
She picked up the bill,
And they both felt a thrill,
To her love nest they did both away.

Engrossed in each other all night,
Like a Princess and gallant White Knight.
The end came around,
with a chorus of sound,
It was truly like love at first sight.

Now this was a cautionary tale,
For we know that this voyage did fail.
Why? you do ask,
There's a fact I did mask.
The man had a wife! Name of Gail.