Many hours on a plane,

and ‘twas the end of a dream,

where we had dutifully explained

the position of the tongue when saying “L”

and “R,”

and punctuation -

the difference in grammar

between a comma,

and an Oxford Comma.



Many hours on a plane,

and we were leaving

behind our fellow teachers -

some bound for The Himalayas -

some going on adventures

round the world.

Some remained in school,

teaching anti-grammar

and colloquialisms-

they were popular,

and sounded cool.



Many hours,

and we touched down -

baggage weighing heavy

as we stood in line

through customs.

Then, I spied a skull,

and crossbones.

“No Drug Traffickers Allowed,”

and we were going through,

with thousands.



Just half an hour or so,

and we alighted

from a cab,

carried our luggage through

into the boulevard.

When the sun rolls down

in the sky,

two weary teacher travelers

line a Singapore hotel mattress

with crisp bank notes,

and dream dreams

of faraway folk,

and manna from the sky.



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