A city of Gold.
If be a
crock of porridge,
A melamine of crispy snacks,
For good Ingestion
croquet or sandwiches,
Whether Jamaica or America,
Caribbean seaside village
Or Indian tillage,
Run not after ill gotten
Gold and fill your coffers.
Let us taste the drink the victuals
Of contentment ,void of perjury
but not absinthe,
To the passing of gods.
This is the city of Gold,
A pleasure of Marigold.
No comments:
Post a Comment