"wheaton" poems
I.
Grab my suitcase from the carousel
Lead me through the baggage claim
Take me by the hand
Tell me you would take me anywhere
Hail a taxi and rush
Because he's already got the meter running
We're like Chicago
I love the city but you hate the hustle
II.
Walk the suburbs with me
Hold my hand down the sidewalks
Drive the BMW to brunch
Come back in time to give the cleaning lady a key
Sleep on a field of feathers
And wake up to coffee brewing
We're like Wheaton
I despise the deep pockets but you love the atmosphere
III.
Take the train from city to county roads
Drive and drive until traffic is nonexistent
Show me your favorite spot by the lake
Dare me to jump in when I fear the blue waters
Stay up with me all night
Hold me while sunlight floods your room
We're like your hometown
I'm your family and you're the charisma
IV.
I'll drive north through sleet and snow
And meet my mother for a warm embrace
We'll make the couch our home
Nesting under a blanket and promise
Ice cream in January is nothing out of the ordinary
For you and me
We're like the town I grew up in
You're the summer breeze and I'm the familiarity
V.
Together, we're a city
We're the ups and downs
You're the broken windows and I'm the noise
We're the wineries and over-priced pastries
You're the quiet and I'm the prying relative
But together, we make any city an adventure
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
There once was a woman named Filli
Who was bit by a Wheaton named Tilly
A scarier terrier'd have made Filli warier
Now Filli fears Tilly's a carrier.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC