Travelling Man
I was headed for Mongolia
on a mule from Anatolia
with a knapsack full of scholia
for wisdom on the way
when a friendly glib-tongued lascar
who had lately left Nebraska
talked me into Madagascar
and a certain little bay
where I fell for moneyed Donna Coe;
we moved to ritzy Monaco:
I wonder where did honour go,
for I never try to pay!
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