Goodbye

This is mostly a poem for Vietnam, although some things go beyond its borders.

Goodbye money that has more zeroes than I can count. You are worse than Monopoly.

Goodbye sidewalks that are used for everything except walking.

Goodbye motorists who think honking at pedestrians for walking is a nice thing to do.

Goodbye neighbor drill, I will not miss you one bit.

Goodbye dogs who ride motorbikes. Special goodbyes to cute cocker spaniel on the pink scooter and happy looking golden retriever.

Goodbye weather that is so hot that if I stick my pinky finger out I become covered in sweat.

Goodbye evening aerobics ladies. You are braver than me to go outside in the heat.

Goodbye late night propaganda music. Perhaps if you were quieter and more subliminal your message would go across easier.

Goodbye Septimus, my pet spider, who has kept me company and eaten all the bugs on the window.

Goodbye green tea, you are delicious. I hope to see you again soon.

Goodbye bread that molds in a day. I think I may have accidentally eaten you. But I feel okay.

Goodbye spicy spicy, will I find you in Europe?

Goodbye wild and crazy hair. Probably you will not be so fun when it's not 110% humid. Also, the birds may not like it quite so much.

Goodbye Vietnam. You may not be my favorite place, but you are in ♥ Asia ♥, so that's something. Also, you sell nice scarves.