The Tourist
Once you leave your postcode,
Away from the place called home...
You then become a tourist,
No matter where you roam...
You are now not a local,
But a traveller who just blew in...
Some see you as a cash cow,
A source of money that they’ll win...
It depends on where you go,
On how the deal goes down...
As some places like to barter,
Depending on the town...
That’s when you need to be vigilant,
Don’t be fooled by their sales pitch...
As there are no refunds or guarantees,
No exchanges it’s a bitch...
It doesn’t mean you won’t get a bargain,
While you’re on this shopping spree...
You just need to compare the sellers,
Usually, the best of three...
Especially in the markets,
Do the walk from back to front...
Then you’ll find you have a better chance,
Whilst on this treasure hunt...
Len Newey 2025