In Miami
I went to Miami to find the beach
The beach was sandy and warm
It tasted like rye whiskey
Smooth and hard to forget
I went to New York to find a vacant bench
But there were too many bums who’d made
Them their homes
I went to church to pay for my sins
And to search for meaning; but all I
Found were bad priests
I went to China to find communism
But the streets were too busy with
Mercedes’s to cross
I went to the fridge to get milk but
It had turned; so I read Chaucer and
drank tea from a saucer
Miami is the place to be.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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