The Paradise

A poem I came up with on a whim

An endless field of flowers and grass,

Wonderful halls of stained glass,

And rivers yielding only the biggest bass.

 

Any home of your choice,

And everyone will hear your voice,

And even a fancy Rolls Royce.

 

Lakes of pure, clean water,

Nothing to worry about or deter,

And the weather always sure.

 

Ode to the paradise,

A place where there is no bad vice,

And everyone gets along including the cats and mice.

Author's Note

The water, deter, sure part I did because of the "ur" sound at the end of each. Besides that, say what you want.