Take my hand, want to believe

Our Moroccan phone has a wonderfully full sounding music quality. Every time we are contacted, it's like a symphony. Naturally, we chose a full length country music song as our text tone.

Instead of journaling our daily happenings, Amadeus and I have decided to write a poem each night. I will be posting them here. Keep in mind that they are spewn out in a couple of minutes. I am the bird, she is the porcupine. Mine are the records, hers are...artistic. Also, the keyboards are French and I havent figured out apostrophes except long copy paste processes.

Poem 1
Up in the air, an hour to go
Siobhan decides shed like to watch a show
30 kroner she paid for Modern Family
A bit of Hedgehogs, then off went the T.v.

They arrived and it was warm
Went inside the airport and filled in French form
Airport customs was a little bit rude
Til finally they learned the hotel was Sindi Sud

They called dad for Wills number after buying a sim
then called Will for directions, glad for help from him
Taxis pouted, puffed and they whined
Til one man was nice, added another customer behind

They wandered through the square
filled with beggars, food and stares
Were led to their hotel, met the pleasant owner
Settled their stuff; they had no more kroner

Restaurants everywhere, chicken, pork, beef
At last they saw shwarma to feed their hungry teeth
Walking back through crowded night madness
Avoiding scooters, cars, cycles and general man ness

They arrived back safely, tired and full
Ready for the next day in this Arabian Jewel
Years since theyd been back, but they fit right in
Well aside fro, their language and the tint of their skin

Poem 2
Feather in claw, we set out on a trip
porcupine and bird, looking so hip
our gate was hidden by magic of black
so we waited nearby and planned our attack

Soon we were in the belly of an ironic bird
Flying away fro, our icy cold world
In a desert land we arrived, dreary and dazed,
Immediately the police questioned our ways

Where to? And why?How long?How much?
But we bombarded our way through all that stuff
Cleverly a bird and a porcupine snatched up a taxi
eluding with the help of french, arabic, and accents

At last we collapsed in a hotel bathroo,
andreengergized for an adventurous evening
we hunted our food and ate shwarma delight
we coyly deflected men and walked through the night

When birds head started sinking into her feathers
and porcupines spikes felt heavy and weathered
we made our way back to our tiled domain
and slept through the night, together again