The Wacky Wanderer of Sacramento
(written in the style of Lewis Carroll)
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In Sacramento, where the skies are clear,
Lived a wacky wanderer, full of cheer.
He biked ‘round town with a quirky twist,
And ordered tacos with a flick of the wrist!
With a wide-brimmed hat and sneakers bright,
He’d ride by the river 'til the fall of night.
Through Old Town streets, he’d wobble and weave,
Waving at folks who just couldn’t believe!
A glimpse into literary history: H. Furniss
corresponds with Lewis Carroll on creative matters,
August 1886.
"Sutter's Fort?" he'd say, with a laugh and a wink,
"Sounds like a sandwich or a mighty fine drink!"
He danced past the Capitol, hands held high,
And blew a kiss to the bluest sky.
At Tower Bridge, he’d shout with glee,
"This mustard-yellow’s quite snazzy, you see!"
And when the trains rolled through with their mighty roar,
He’d tap-dance a jig by the river’s shore.
"Oh my!" he’d chuckle, "What a grand sight—
Sacramento’s glow in the cool moonlight!"
He'd greet every statue, each tree and each street,
With a joke and a grin for all he would meet.
"The farmers' market," he said with pride,
"Is a place where veggies can’t hide!"
He talked to the melons and whispered to greens,
Sharing his thoughts on edible scenes.
He dined on burritos as big as his head,
And danced through the city 'til time for bed.
From midtown murals to the river’s flow,
The Wacky Wanderer had places to go!
The American River sparkled with charm,
He skipped rocks and waved to a passing farm.
“Ahoy!” he cried, “Such a marvelous show—
A city with humor wherever you go!”
In K Street's bustle or Golden 1's roar,
He waltzed with pigeons, never a bore.
With each step, he’d laugh, and he'd hum a sweet tune,
Under the gaze of a silver balloon.
So if you wander to Sacramento’s heart,
Keep an eye out for a joyful start.
The Wacky Wanderer’s laugh you'll hear,
In the city where the funny never disappears!
