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A man from work Is going to Vietnam. I’ve been before. I fell off a scooter. I warned him: ‘Careful of those bikes.’ He winked. He misinterpreted my advice. I reminded him to get his jabs: ‘Yellow fever will get you.’ He winked. He thought I was being blue. I recommended a reputable masseuse: ‘Wonderful hands. Ask for Luu.’ He winked. He misconstrued my review. He told me: ‘My mission is to tan.’ ‘Agent Orange,’ I joked. He didn’t understand.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Viet-confusion
A man from work Is going to Vietnam. I’ve been before. I fell off a scooter. I warned him: ‘Careful of those bikes.’ He winked. He misinterpreted my advice. I reminded him to get his jabs: ‘Yellow fever will get you.’ He winked. He thought I was being blue. I recommended a reputable masseuse: ‘Wonderful hands. Ask for Luu.’ He winked. He misconstrued my review. He told me: ‘My mission is to tan.’ ‘Agent Orange,’ I joked. He didn’t understand.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
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