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A tightly wound businessman visits Washington D.C. |
The businessman was on his way to work. He was so depressed he would not perk. One could tell he did not like his job. Often times, he's lost inside a mob He wants to break the cycle and get out. Washington; he's trying to find a route Boarding buses bound for yonder town. Looking for a place that worries drown A statue of the grandest scale and kind Is where this place is for one to find A giant man is cut from once, the stone. This marble wonder is the Jefferson. Trav'ling onward down Potomac road, Trying to find the best place for some food. Air and Space Museum sparks his interest. The food court claims their rations best. He waits in queue for his turn at the fare Although his stomach was turning ‘round in there. After chowing down on grub he was Taken hostage by the flying bus Suspended on the ceiling there For groups to halt their march and stare. "I wonder how they thought of that, Flight is likely not for fat Items such as these displayed. How it works; we're all dismayed." Moving onward down the trail Of things unseen by this male As if the flying things weren't great, He saw some new construction late; The newest of the new ones stood. Natives' building displaying their good. This encasement he has not heard of yet It's not well known but he would bet That soon it's popularity Makes it number one to see. He lastly reaches final light. Boards the bus, and says goodnight To daytime home and business pleasure, Some day he might return in leisure. The bus ride home was one in joy He felt at last the cares of boys Free from all the burdens of toil Working with the mud and soil Would be the pre-teens prime delight. Until the high school days take flight. Then it is girls and parties they have. Their face grows rough and have to shave. It's at this point he is today. His job might change, and he will stay At his favorite place in all the world Places he's been, and seen; unfurled. |