By R. M. Kiel on Monday, 11 November 2019
Category: January 2020

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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