Did a visa run to Burma last week and this came to mind, it's by George Orwell he wrote it at least 90 years ago. Some things never change.

WHEN I was young and had no sensIn far-off Mandalay

I lost my heart to a Burmese girl

As lovely as the day.

Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,

Her teeth were ivory;

I said, “for twenty silver pieces,

Maiden, sleep with me”.

She looked at me, so pure, so sad,

The loveliest thing alive,

And in her lisping, virgin voice,

Stood out for twenty-five.

Did a visa run to Burma last week and this came to mind, it's by George Orwell he wrote it at least 90 years ago. Some things never change.

WHEN I was young and had no sensIn far-off Mandalay

I lost my heart to a Burmese girl

As lovely as the day.

Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,

Her teeth were ivory;

I said, “for twenty silver pieces,

Maiden, sleep with me”.

She looked at me, so pure, so sad,

The loveliest thing alive,

And in her lisping, virgin voice,

Stood out for twenty-five.

epilogue

But lay with her, alas i did.

My third eye blinded by her Sun.

Regrets ? you quiz...

And guilt ? you pry...

hel_l no.. 'twas warm, cuddly and fun.

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus...