As I paid my bus fee
    To leave Nairobi,
A woman caught my eye:
    From what I could see
(Red garb, bead jewellery),
    She was a Masai.

Is it just me, or is that one of the most jaw-droppingly, arse-clenchingly, adjective-beggaringly bad pieces of pseudo-poetic drivel that even this whinging wannabe Pom has ever posted.
There must be the poetic equivalent of the Bulwer Lytton prize that he could chase?
I have a vision of some jobless, benefit-scrounging, narrow-minded little parasite mopping his brow in a florid fashion with a dirty nylon handkerchief and imagining himself to be Chatterton. Shame he doesn't go the whole bloody hog...