Paris Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Paris



Paris, such a gorgeous place,
where rats and cats both stay happy.
One gets cheese and the other bread,
absolutely fresh and lot of variety.

High white stone buildings,
of this beautiful city, glisten.
Well dressed and behaved people,
calls for help, they do listen.

Their buckets are bursting,
and bouquets are lively and fresh.
They don't walk on pretty grasses,
but have concern about their fitness

Ladies don't read cookery books
but look into their balance sheets.
They are highly apprehensive
about their look and lipsticks.

Do not sparkle like Eiffel tower
well trained but easy going people.
Their life style retains them
in nice temperament and gentle.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014
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