City of Benches
A convenient place to sit down
When your thirst you are longing to quench
With some water perhaps or some rum
Is an easy-find Tel Aviv bench.
When you want some support for a cry
Because saying goodbye is a wrench
You can sniff, you can weep, you can howl
On a comforting Tel Aviv bench.
You can cuddle in public you know
When you long for a clinch with your wench
While ignoring the stares of the crowd
In the sun on a Tel Aviv bench.
With your hack-saw and noise-making drill
Your hammer and strong monkey-wrench
You've been working so hard, have a rest
On a welcoming Tel Aviv bench.
Go down to the sea and relax
Avoid city dirt and the stench
Toe the sand, buy an ice, watch the waves
From a promenade Tel Aviv bench.
Whether Russian or Irish or Dutch
Micronesian, Brazilian or French
There's a choice of cement, steel or wood
Take a seat on a Tel Aviv bench.
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