What I did on My Vacation

The Para/Poem Challenge usually gives four or six word prompts for writing poetry. During June, I was on vacation, plus other activities that prevented my writing for a couple of weeks. When I returned, Wordsy suggested that I write about my vacation using all the prompts for the days I had missed, ergo "What I did on My Vacation." And as I suggested to the P/P group, if you like this, my name is Winds, and if you don't, then send all complaints to Wordsy, 'cause he suggested it.

What I Did On My Vacation

When first this trip was ordained
It was not an immaculate conception
For we were indeed beguiled
By those with a legacy of deception

We have bargains you don’t realize
More favor than you will ever know
Let us treat you with a custom sedan
A car laying fallow for a little dough

Las Vegas is a city of rare mystique
A diamond in the desert, a joyous interlude
Where decadence and familiarity abound
And you can get stewed, screwed and booed

So we boarded our plane with abandon
And to the east we flew to go west
Our courage was about to divide
And our plane seemed to be possessed

So we waited for the call in Atlanta
Afraid we would forfeit our place on the plane
For the slate that told of our flight number
Failed to generate the right name

Finally we arrived in Vegas
The grandeur was more than we imagine
A lofty city that was doubly narcissistic
Sweltering under a hot mid-day sun

Sights galore that were costly
Excuses for the temptations of men
And though they would say it’s tolerable
The tabloids showed off Vegas’ skin

And what is there to vindicate this city
With all the ecstatic pleasures it shows
Baroque would be an understatement
Under streets that have a neon glow

There have been those who would expunge
A reputation of an outlaw brand
But few are amenable to the effort
To change this stalwart city in the sand

The casinos are divine and yet innane
Intricate, dense and obtuse
With gondolas and barcaroling oarsmen
And with ignorance we are seduced

In all the sophistication we are inept
Adrift on the sea of our stupidity
Sprinkled in with the other tourist
We gawk at the gaudiness of this city

We stand on the strip with absolute facination
At the cascade of tourists who came to play
And denounce the hedonism on the strip
Then we see Uncle Fester along the way

Finally the upheaval has settled
This glittering trail has come to its end
We will no longer parry with temptation
For my sails have lost their Winds

So we head to the station in Vegas
Cause the fun did our money exhaust
And though we did not gamble our money
Traveling home our luggage was lost

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
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