The Muse Music's Mandolin Strummer
A voiceless emoted summer ran amok the muse music's mandolin strummer.
Essence of antiquity wander and sulk...
Arched building's olden archetecture is many awsome massive like hulks.
Gargoyles perch at building eve's set...
Mine eyes have failed to adjust to
strange one's yet met.
Opera houses are filled up to the rafters...
Performed by artist's well talented crafters.
Rained downpours hard on French cities...
Stray alleyed dogs searching for unwary kitty's.
Food scraps are missed by many a moungrel...
Other scraps are found by rats that are half filled with fungul.
Hotels done swamped with bedbugs that bite...
Time to leave this country b'for another wasted spent night.
Copyright © Michael Gale | Year Posted 2006
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