Maryís Birthday Ride

 

Bianchi was ready, time to ride,

Nice and steady, but still untried.

 

Train-assisted, off it went

And insisted, whereís the event?

 

Off the train, across the square

To artís domain - forever there.

 

Among the crowd, all a-marvel,

Velazquez proud, for us to revel.

 

Then through the park to Peter Jones,

Before the dark for fish sans bones.

 

Another train to faraway Bromley,

Up main street for clothes so comely.

 

Then itís time no more to roam,

End of rhyme - no place like home.

 

 

Sidney Schuman

January 2005