Is now a bustling town
Street markets, votive churches
His mention gets a frown.
Instead the guide informs us
Of the City's Baroque past
Where Rococo burgeoned proudly
In rooms with panelled glass.
We were lucky with the weather
The promised rain was late
From Hunting Lodge to Opera
And mountains - on our plate!
Post war, rebuilding started
The medieval style kept;
Its eighteenth century gables
Look as real as you can get.
No architect is fooled, of course
The tourists come in droves
They find this place gemütlich
Their enjoyment clearly shows.
These people think themselves apart
With Berlin they've no truck;
They'd like their city to become -
The Hauptstadt; no such luck!
(written in 2002)
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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