History rhymes

She was born pretty, 
With a suitcase in her hand.
Destined to travel far,
With a hunger to understand

So it came as quite a surprise, 
When she came across interesting times.  
History never repeats so they say,
But every so often it rhymes

And it rhymes funny

In a new city,
Starting again on the bottom floor,
Her suitcase stays packed now beneath the bed,
Always one eye on a foreign shore

She tries to remember,
The world that she thought that she knew,
And if those sounds are familiar,
It's cos starting to rhyme now anew

And it rhymes funny