(Inspired by Yankee Clipper, and featuring place-names referenced from their menu)
We
breakfasted in Canada,
And grabbed a
bite in Buffalo,
Manhattan gave us stamina,
As we
proceeded south below,
Long Island, Philadelphia
Virginia, But we weren't through.
Louisiana, Cajun-lunch,
And Tex-Mex for some barbeque,
A quick
repast in Mexico,
Southwestern, we passed Santa-Fe,
Up California's sunny coast,
Past land and sea we sailed away,
And grazed
the fair Hawaiian isles,
En route to
sample Asian fare,
We stopped in
Greece for quite a while,
But still we
didn't end it there.
The great Mediterranean,
Was just one
course in our great feast.
Italian, French, Bavarian,
With Belgian waffles in between.
To Norway, before heading back,
Southeast,
for some Roumanian,
To London for a midnight snack,
And nightcaps
with our Irish friends.
Then off,
across the ocean blue,
Eight
thousand miles 'till we hit land,
Still far
from home, we stopped to chew,
On something
from the Rio Grande.
Now almost full, we headed home,
But led our northbound
route astray,
To venture
from our path and roam,
For Cuban take-out on the way.
New Yorkers waved as we flew past,
And traced
the Hudson up the coast
Until Mt. beacon, home at last,
The one Main Street we love the most.
To now
reflect, we'd gone around,
The world,
while sitting in our chairs.
And though we
never left the ground
The Yankee Clipper
took us there.
