An ode to Julia

In a hot little city
Which wasn't so pretty
Two little white girls stayed.

Among only brown faces
And foreign strange places
In India they were on exchange.

They tried to make friends
And follow the trends
And most the time they succeeded.

But in those tough times
With home hard to find
It was only each other they needed.

In their schools they were great
Although Tamil was a hard trait
To learn in just a small time.

They picked up a little
And learned how to piddle
With no toilet and too much of grime.

They toured East to West
Finding the best of the best
On busses and busses they rode.

Temples and forts galore
The North they explored
With friends from every corner of the globe.

South was no small feat
And they got sick from the meat
Then were healed by the marvelous beaches.

The shopping was done fantastically
They changed their wardrobes drastically
Of their parents' money they were leeches.

They finished each other's words
They were beauties and nerds
Like birds of a similar feather.

The trek was a sign
To make the best of their time
Only three weeks left to be together.

Oh how they laughed
At the times they were daft
Which made it hard to say goodbye.

But they know that again
They would meet in ten
And for Ireland they'd try.