Choose your ride

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“Take a ride on a bike, a moped or in a taxi!” Gun Roswell

Choose your ride

Choose a city bike on a days fare
Stroll around the monuments with flare
All around your eyes will glare
Once you get the taste of the city
Soon you’ll start feeling real giddy
And time is gone in a jiffy
But wanting to see it all
Even if you have to stay until fall
Now you’re wishing time would stall

If on a moped or motorbike you’ll dare
Don’t worry, there is no scare
Just follow the safety rules with care
And into the traffic you’ll ride with flare
Oh don’t you worry if people may stare
They’re just jealous of your fancy fare
Ride the streets wide, narrow or bare
You’ll have a blast, going so fast, that you’ll even have time to spare

If you’re feeling lazy
After a trip here so hazy
Then hop on a taxi cab
Moving slow or fast
Depending on your destination
There is no need for an explanation
Enjoy the sights from a comfy seat
There is even a cooler when too much heat
Soon, the city tour taken
Without even one leg shaken!

Loud

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“It’s always so loud in here” Gun Roswell

Loud

Noises, voices, music and such
Sometimes it all gets just too much
Wishing there was a cone of silence
I could sit inside for a while at least

But the world is loud
Most likely being proud
Ignoring my humble request
For a soundless place

Maybe I need to set on a quest
For this mysterious space
Unless someone has a big volume button
With which to turn down the level
At least for a little while to revel
In total mode of shutdown
Until someone decides
The levels again to raise

Travel time

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“Travelling into a foreign land, instead of snow, I get sand” Gun Roswell

Travel time

Travelling for a few days
Can be fun for do much less
Sightseeing and window shopping
On the buses on and off hopping
Click click with the cameras
Pictures sent out to the masses
Walking and hiking
Up the streets biking
Feeling like an adventurous Viking
When all day long
Out there going strong
No matter the weather
Rain, snow or better
Until night finally falls
And the sleep hour calls
Then dreaming time stalls

Barcelona

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“Travelling is such fun” Gun Roswell

Barcelona

When in Spain, in the city of Barcelona,
You really want to sing, dance and holler
For it’s marvels and beauty of a kind
In any other city is really hard to find
Someone else already made that song
Where two voices tell it really strong
Falling in love with this place may be easy
As everything here is done with pleasing
The one and only which could also be you
And then you’d be among the chosen few
Once you enter via port of any sort
Then leaving this place is not the worth
Of any other place
So then here you stay