There is a place,
Called York P. A.
To go or not,
Yea or nay.
Wait too long,
And rooms are gone.
You’ll have to stay
In a parking lot.
And find some sleep,
Upon a cot.
Be prepared to walk some miles,
Meet some friends,
And share some smiles.
Through the halls,
You must roam around.
Perhaps with luck,
A treasure’s found.
For those who will make the trip,
Hoist a glass, and have a sip.
We’ll be at home, having a nip.
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Good. I know you said you were not going, but as I said in another thread, they do seem to be poetry deficient, so you are doing your part to help.
We go to York twice a year... because the train show is only twice a year.
Nice poem Bob.
Don
I agree with Don, that's a nice poem, Bob!
I think I would enjoy seeing everyone more than buying. Maybe that's a good thing, since my train budget is small. ;-)
Bob, I'll bet you picked up a ton of chicks in the sixties with some great lines…..
Yuk, yuk Steve. Had it been so. I do remember writing papers for many girl classmates. I was really good at mythology, history and poetry. And, there were no shortage of girls who were more than willing to let me do their homework. Never went past the writing though. Besides, I had sports, and cars, and a part-time job. Girlfriends, to be sure, but never flocks as it were.
Very nice poem.
Well I guess I'am right again. You really are a nice guy……..
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