Some high streets are full of homesAnd others are for shopping.
Some for strolling aimlessly
Or traffic never stopping
This one’s prettier than most,
Its stone-lined walls are blooming
With yellow blossoms piled up high
Their petals are perfuming.
It’s Hastings town, where I’ve just been
And a nicer sight I have never seen!
That's some of the worst poetry I've ever written, but making it an exact number of words and finding rhymes makes it tricky!
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