The city's empty, tourists throng
Around our Gothic sites superb
But zen for me is the buzz word.
Why swelter in this brazen heat?
A wide-brimmed hat makes life complete
Together with cool drink and shades
This is happiness in spades.
My terrace beckons on first floor
A waft of warm air through the door
I can put my feet up, read a book
A sort of outdoor inglenook!
Why travel in this sultry heat
With sweaty brow and sandalled feet?
All I want is right at home:
Sunshine, peace and thrilling tome.
Oh, the joy of reading never dies!
Page-turning heaven in my eyes
I sip my rosé, get stuck in
And enjoy the prose; Chin! Chin!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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