Timbuktu: A Poem

There's a little lizard dancing on my windowsill.
I've been sitting here too long.
Need to stretch. Stifle a yawn.

I'm not doing the work I should be.
My head's in my hands,
And I wanna get away from it all.

I'm gonna board a plane for a one-way flight to Timbuktu.
I've got cash and bright red lipstick too.
My hair's in a scarf, and I'm wearing dark shades.

I don't know what adventures call me.
I don't even know what language they speak there.

But I do know I'm headed to...
Timbuktu
Timbuktu
Timbuktu

~Madeline