Filthy, Stinkin
By Grannyrosie
Filthy, stinkin, floatin in it, Lets have breakfast in Paris. Lunch, maybe Rome, or Dublin. After breakfast, we shall see. Across to London, for the “Times”, A chauffeured drive ‘round Trafalgar Square. Into the Palace for morning tea, Open invitation always there. Shopping spree, then Thailand’s floating markets, Off to China, walk the wall. Candle lit dinner, by the Sphinx. Another day, done it all. Maybe, next week, to see the moon. Who cares? It will still be there. New Zealand geysers hold promise, Perhaps Nepal, heights so rare. Such daily decisions to be made, So tiring, exhausting me. Perhaps, just rest upon my bed, Have another stab at fantasy. Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 10:26 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 14
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