Poem – The Streets I Roam


Weber S., Contributing Writer

The street I roam

With so much to see

I feel as though I am in Rome

But with much more glee


Poop litters the street

Of my great hometown NYC.

I conquer the sidewalk with my two feet

And think of how the poop represents me.


But little do I think of it

For I see a patch of snow

Coated with pee a bit

And my thoughts turn to rainbows


The abundance of this snow,

Everywhere it goes

Fills the warmness in my heart

And makes me feel as happy as Napoleon Bonaparte


So now when I sit on the train

Which runs my thoughts

My mind drifts to the pee stain

And all the happiness it brought.