We couldn’t decide where to go,
said we, and you and I have no choice but to follow.
So we went nowhere in our minds and very heartily.

For the following, should we need to live virtually through others‘ travels,
pictures do exist:
US, sitting on France, pulling off her beret
and throwing it into the Seine.

US, walking in front of the Queen,
and invading Buckingham Palace
long enough to take selfies
and a long dump in Her Majesty’s private loo.

US, smiling next to a frowning Pope Francis,
too miserable to throttle US for our inhumanity
but we take his quiet for a pass and eat extra hamburgers that night.

No one in Europe will see US now.
We have a little vial of garlic just in case
Romania – wait, isn’t that Rome, again?
No, US, don’t interrupt when your mouth is full.

We’ll just sit here, not going anywhere, thanks.

We can see your electronic missives, US.
“We’re not wanted in Europe, they’ll miss our green!”
Maybe, but not our germs, mais oui!