Gap Yahhh - Bless 'Em All

If you'll indulge me, this short poem, based on George Formby's WW2 forces song, was inspired by my son;'s experiences of backpacking in India over the past month. In that time he met ONE other traveler that wanted to just chew the fat, have a chai and watch the world go by with. Every other traveler he tried to engage in a chat or some site seeing (and sight seeing!) was at best indifferent and at worst simply rude. So for (most) of the backpacking fraternity on the sub-continent... Bless'em all. By The Didds. bless 'em all! bless 'em all, the boorish, and with minds so small, gone to India, to travel and learn, sat in their hostels avoiding sunburn, never speaking to others at all, as back to their smartphones they crawl, There's no conversation, in the Indian nation, By gap-yearers less than enthralled!