An unfortunate thing
Happened to me in Sydney
While doing my shopping
Sans my jewelry
In my faded jeans
And cotton floral shirt
(Oh well, looks could not mean
What a person is worth!)
As I went to a nice shop
There the Chinese local
Quite rudely spoke up
'Are you an illegal? '
Her attitude stunned me
(My hair is black and I'm fat)
My skin is brown, certainly
but nothing to say I was that!
So without an iota of fear
I replied to the chinky nina
'I'm a guest speaker here -
Do you want to see my visa? '
She buckled broken English
Promptly served my purchase
Perhaps prayed I would vanish
Hope she learned to check her ways!
Lesson:
A fly on a cattle's back feasts
Thinking it is taller than the beast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done Cynthia, speak up, speak up, I hate people who talk down to others. a great interesting write.