My goodness, Wales, you certainly are pretty.
I think, just between you and me, you are even prettier than Ireland. You have flowers, after all!
But don't tell them; they'll only be insulted.
I also like your beaches rather a lot better:
But your ocean water is sort of obscenely cold. Well, sorry. But it is. You froze my feet!
However, I forgave you, when I saw one of your excellent castles.
I am so pleased I took a tour of your southern bits! (Not in the dirty way.)
I have enjoyed my time here so much, Wales. Your language is kind of impossible to pronounce, but it's also kind of crazy-cool to see written out, and part of me wants to learn it so I can swear in it and have people look at me funny.
Alas, I did not see your stars and I did not get any autographs, but that is how it sometimes goes, and I did have a pretty excellent time at your best pub last night. You do know how to party, which pleases me.
I wish you well, Wales, and I am sorry to be leaving. You're good people, you are. You should keep on being Welsh; you have my approval. I promise to see you again someday!
30.3.09
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