Poem: The Busy Street
I walked along the busy street,
The bakery's smell was just so sweet.
It entered into my nose,
And it was so good, that I froze.
The people walking along,
The burly builder, singing his song.
Everything is so normal,
And it all seems so formal.
The old lady crossing the road,
The tailor in the shop, checking some cloth, she had just sewed.
All the cars, beeping their horns,
And the little toddlers, expressing their feelings with scorns.
The bankers, behind the counter,
And the teenagers, beginning a bit of banter.
Everything is so great,
I can't even begin to rate.
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1 Comment – Postiwch sylw
pranc_mynci
Rhoddwyd sylw 11 mis yn ôl - 10th June 2015 - 13:35pm
I walked along the busy street,
Stag dos and hens fell at my feet.
I will some time continue my sonnet
But now my feet are covered in vomit.