Sort of Speak
I have 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 in Tokyo,
I never have seen, any 'smithereens',
Nor any jumping Mexican bean's,
Never heard the weeps of a Willow,
Or a bird was gone, with just one Swallow,
At age eighty, still, I kid am I,
As for the meaning of words, slips by and by,
Next door are voices, words seem to tease,
What do I care, I am not Chinese.
2019 September 19
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2019
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