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Alice (An American tourist)

Alice at the Eiffel Tower
 
An American tourist named Alice,
With an earned reputation as callous,
Once exclaimed, "Oh, Hell's bells,
This inane Toor Eefell's
Just a half-assed erector-set phallus."
 
Alice in a Gondola in Venice
 
Whined our Alice, "It's crowded and hot here.
If I stay any longer I'll rot here.
I could suffocate there
In that pigeon-choked square,
And this sewer's been plugged since we got here!"
 
Alice at the Great Wall of China
 
When she stood at the Great Wall of China,
Alice said, "I would hate to malign a
Famous site, but it's cracked
And so old! It, in fact,
Makes me think of my first husband, kin' a."
 
Alice at St. Paul's
 
In the part of the dome of St. Paul's
Called the Whispering Gallery, all's
Peace and calm, but not when
Alice shouted, "Where'd Wren
Hide the door to the ladies' room? Balls!"
 
Alice at the Running of the Bulls
 
Spouted Alice, no tourism rep,
"As for danger, the running's just prep.
From a balcony, you
Can enjoy a safe view.
The day after, though, watch where you step!"
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