Basel
I am walking around Basel
The city not the herb
I’m not doing a Basel
Because Basel is not a verb
The streets spew tongue twisters
From mouths of many shapes
Beautiful river vistas
With succulent seedless grapes.
In a few hours I wish to emigrate
Set up my life in this efficient city
After a while I understand
It’s not that good, it’s a pity
I’m leaving this multi-lingual haven
Flying to a single language home
knowing the food in the railway station
will satisfy the fussiest gastronome.
David Cox 24/07/24
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