
Not an awful lotNot an awful lot by ~queuentity
The object of my lyrical praise
Is hardly much inciting
It's really quite a boring place
And—poetically—not excessively exciting
It's quite prosaic—real and not fictitious
It is even, forgive me, fair to say
It's downright inconspicious
Not exuberantly vexing, and though I suppose it's okay
I would actually stretch to confess
It's not prepossessive in excess
There's something of a puddle, down the middle bit
Not a sight, that, but come to think of it
There's quite a neat church out of brick
Which is rather high and decently thick
—But it's hardly anything show-stopping
See, not quite "the sundae's topping."
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