A Poem about Belize
It's true we're heading overseas
But not to the antipodes,
Nor to Bermuda's vortices,
But where, by all analyses,
The hummingbirds, dressed in cerise,
Trill among the coco trees
Whose trunks are like parentheses,
Whose sap is used for antifreeze,
Whose wood is strong as Hercules
Whose fruit is rich in manganese.
All indices point to Belize.
And if they don't lose my valise
I shall not be too hard to please