Globetrotting Through The Andes Poem by Craig Turner

Dress the garden out in tea lights,
Camouflage the nighttime,
Turn off the street lights,
Invite round all your friends.

Give me a mercedes from the eighties,
Black, Stretched and made for parties,
Like one from the munsters,
On a mountain out in Cyprus.

Wet wipes will come in handy,
Globetrotting through the Andes,
Met you in Manilla,
Kisses taste like vanilla.

Fill my face with pavemenent,
Just to make a statement,
Fill my lungs with just one breath,
Run until theres nothing left.

Running out a restaurant,
This one was the best one,
I thought we'd eat for free,
While we visit Napoli.