FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING

I never been to a place called Rome,
And to know what Romans do at home,

And I thought that Spring was everywhere,
Yet, England claims that 'tis better there,

I think world cities are in the dark,
'Tis Paris, 'City of Lights', hallmark,

The sun does not rise by my window,
But for Samurai's in Tokyo,

I never seen, any 'smithereens',
Nor any jumping Mexican bean's,

Never heard the weeps of a Willow,
Or a bird gone, with just one Swallow,

At age eighty, still I kid am I,
As meaning of words, slips by and by,

Next door are voices, words seem to tease,
What do I care, I am not Chinese.

Copyright © William Kekaula | Year Posted 2019