If there is a story here
It’s not one I can find.
Between the fog and dirty screen
I’m mostly driving blind.
My wife and I left old Jaipur
In simply awful weather
To catch our flight in New Delhi
(Let’s say my wife’s called Heather).
We had been told and do believe
That pea-soup fog’s not rare,
We should expect no break in it
Until we’re in the air.
But what a way to end a tour
Of wonders old and new
Aggra, Jaipur and New Delhi
To mention but a few
And as they say where I come from
That’ll have to flippin’ do!
This was written in response to Kreative Kue 210 published on this site.