In
Picturesque Village
Pastel sublime
There is a mystery
Of the most
Esoteric kind
I sat in wonder
As it boggled
My mind
The streets
Were empty
Not one child
Could I find
"Where have all
The children gone?"
I asked
While I dined
The waiter
Blinked twice
As he glanced
My way
His smile
Misaligned
His answer
Left me
Even more
Perplexed
And out of rhyme
"Yes, isn't it nice.
The streets
Are quiet and safe
To enjoy
The sunshine.
Our children
Are all devised
And predesigned.
They must stay
In our special schools
Until
They've all been
Entirely
Streamlined."
He said it so
Matter-of-fact
I could not
Raise a response
So I finished
My meal
And I'd like to add
It was mighty fine
Quickly drove off
Just in the nick of time
Before they
Decided
That I should be
Redesigned
I left
That village behind
No village of mine
That Picturesque Village
Pastel sublime
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