The Senses Of The City
I walked into the city,
with my head held high,
And I saw all the buildings,
up in the blue sky.
I smelt the gas,
coming from all the cars,
I also smelt the flowers,
they were sitting in a vase.
I heard the ringing bells,
at the time of voting,
And I heard the busy workers taking calls,
and they were clearly gloating!
My arms were straining as I picked up the bowling ball,
It was so heavy that it nearly made me fall!
Three days camp in the city,
Now we have to leave, what a pity.