Tourists they aren’t human,
Said the girl at Juliet’s house,
Just go round consuming,
Taking photos of their spouse.
Travel half the world to be,
Stood in the perfect spot,
Photographed for home to see,
(Tis all vanity and rot.)
Each waiter here a polyglot,
A paragon of patience too,
You and I are sadly not,
But today let’s try anew.