An urban stroll, is like an online troll,
as beelines are cut short,
by loud, brash preachers,
and busy creatures,
who really should have thought!
Thus, a rural ramble, could be less a gamble,
as the way is more clear,
though there be deep ravines,
with wild beasties,
you’re so alone, oh dear!
So, I am a townie, the compromise of county,
I both walk the grey and green,
though I cannot escape,
the comments from apes,
upon the familiar street!