O.K., this is a poem about the bad things I see when I go to the city of Toronto...
I go to the city
And what do I see?
people my age living on the street
not having any food (no salad or meat)
Then I see some young kids and some older
Getting colder and colder
Now a poem about the good things...
I go to Toronto
You know what else I see?
People with friends shopping around
Eating fast food, sitting down on a seat
I see tall buildings
Towering over me
Around the big city
So, those are my thoughts about T.O., the big cultural city!