British Literature X
A Modern Pilgrimage
New York City has its perks
Even though it has its quirks.
Many people near and far
Have reasons for going from where they are.
Travel by plane, bus, or car,
People can go to what's on their radar.
On the bus to the big apple,
The aisle is barely passable,
All the passengers seem ordinary,
But some of them are quite the contrary.
A drunkard cop lies down on the ground.
While a dry cleaner, looks down and frowned.
A large dentist chews on his candy,
A shutterbug looks rather dandy.
The only one looking natural,
Is the librarian, looking factual.
Even though they may look odd,
They all have reasons for being abroad.
The drunkard lies on the floor.
It seems his police work was quite a chore.
His breath smells of booze,
His uniform stained, including his shoes.
Many people pass by,
While omitting contact with his eye.
He was on his way home,
But was stopped by a syndrome.
He is a crooked cop,
Late last night, he danced on a tabletop.
In that bar, he drank till he dropped.
And the bus is where he plopped.
He often gets away with it,
But not this time, I'll have to admit.
A Dry-cleaner headed to the city,
His car broke down, isn't that a pity.
Taking the bus is a must,
For if he is late, it isn't just.
His hatred of dirt,
Makes his stomach hurt.
He knows the bus isn't clean,
So being abroad hurts his spleen.
He will feel alert,
If he gets dirt on his shirt.
So, he brings his pet to calm him down,
It's a little rat that is far from brown.
It's white little hairs, to his attire,
Are both as white as they're required.
This individual, is rather strange,
For bringing a rat seems quite deranged.
The crunch of the candy against his teeth,