Paces, by David Nicholas...
Amble through the alleys, of dark and dingy sorts
Bustle through boulevards, for leisure or for sport
Circle ‘round the corner, to see what lies ahead
Dawdle down the drive, with heavy, tired tread
Edge past the enclave, segregate to a degree
Frolic through the forest, footloose and fancy-free
Ghost around the glade, let grass grace your toes
Hike over the hills, if adventure is proposed
Idle ‘round the island, if nothing’s there to do
Jaunt into the joint, for good times and brew
Keel into the knoll, from that merciless bender
Lumber past the laneway, with your tummy tender
Meander in the meadow, taking in the visions
Nip off to your nook, regretting your decisions
Orient to the orchard, a fruitful slice of land
Parade parts of plazas, for food you understand
Quicken to the quarter, the show’s about to start
Roam along the river, where the sailboats shall dart
Saunter into the streets, your head cleared and ready
Tiptoe towards the town, this time you’ll go steady
Undulate underground, now how did you get here?
Volt for the valley; you’ve done it again, oh dear!
We’re wasteland wanderers, walk with wings and prayer
‘Xplore what’s before us, with any moment spare
Young, old, skinny or fat, it’s there for everyone
Zip and lace those shoes, for adventure’s just begun.