A Night in Scottsdale

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Green rolling hills, sky so blue,
Into the town, people were few.
Searching the streets for our B & B
Pleasant to the eye that we could see.
Two dogs bounded up to us to greet
Ross and Dean at the steps to meet.
In shorts and t-shirts they weren’t abashed.
They put down their wines in their corner stash.
They were happy to see us they did retort,
Then out came Brian in his singlet and shorts.
Who he was we were never to be told
As he gave us advice he was that bold.
They showed us around their antiqued abode,
Along the wide verandah yes we all strode.
Into our large room with mozzies and brocade,
Here’s your room, for which you’ve paid.
They left us and we sat on the sloping bed,
We looked at each other and scratched our head.
Why was it Scottsdale that we chose to stop?
When there were other places for our heads to drop.
Down to the pub for the only meal in town,
Full of locals and a meal causing frown.
There was nothing to do and it was still light,
But go to bed early, with the mozzies to fight.
Up the next day to greet a dawn so pale,
We couldn’t wait to get out of Scottsdale.

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