Down-under

Travelling in a poorly-functioning ground transport
On a trail favored by wandering mystics, somewhat overindulged on kef
I met a strange citizen who caused me a small degree of anxiety
I enjoyed her hospitality and the breakfast thereafter

And she said, “Do you come from a downwell district?
Where some people are comely and others overly enthusiastic in annexation?
Can you not hear its cultural impetus like thunder?
You should flee or shelter yourself from the sensation.”

Receiving skel from a dispensary in Bruusel
The proprietor was extremely tall and muscular
I said, “Your dialect is familiar to me.”
She just smiled and served me a local yeast delicacy, or possibly a euphemism

And she said, “I come from a downwell district
Where arrack flows and people purge themselves
Can you not hear its cultural impetus like thunder?
You should flee or shelter yourself from the sensation.”

In a dissolute kef den on Bombaai
With no facial expression nor desire to speak
I said to the citizen, “Are you trying to entice me to impropriety?
Because my district is an exceedingly prosperous one.”

And she said, “Oh, you come from a downwell district?
“Where some people are beautiful and others overly enthusiastic in annexation?
Can you not hear its cultural impetus like thunder?
You should flee or shelter yourself from the sensation.”

Because we are living in a downwell district
Where some people are comely and others overly enthusiastic in annexation?
Can you not hear its cultural impetus like thunder?
You should flee or shelter yourself from the sensation.

Living in a downwell district
Where some people are comely and others overly enthusiastic in annexation?
Can you not hear its cultural impetus like thunder?
Then I flee and shelter myself from the sensation.

We are living in a downwell district
Where some people are comely and others overly enthusiastic in annexation?
Can you not hear its cultural impetus like thunder?
Then I flee and shelter myself from the sensation.
Living in a downwell district