After the dusty, hot trek around knossos,
and the bus ride back to Hersinossos,
and the walk back to the neighborhood where our hotel was,
Mrs was just saying how she was craving some gyros,
like we used to get from niko-niko in Houston,
and we turned the corner and there it was . . .
I told the friendly proprietor as I paid,
yeah, man, is was good . . .
we had the gyros jones and you fixed it . . .
they were pork or chicken, not lamb,
but excellent, nonetheless