Paris Poem by Rodney Rod Smith

O' commeth to my heart in the township
of San Francisco.
In leadth merry ways of the Lord.
Bringing home of The place Terra Australis
of a scenic love, from abroad.
In all places London back home from Egypt.
Of a dying love,
in need of a sunny place conspicuous.
Pari' a cappuccino in the place of the Heart.
Lit a lamp, to sing the night in spring
Littlte Pari' is waiting of its aura natural beam.
Little but little sound with herats is thumping.
As I move around.
Hey! Hey! little man of the south
Pari' of the night of a magic hand.
The Southern seas are uniting.
Of a Paris jubliee band