Oh, great City on Leman and Rhone
Where Caesar marched and made conquest
And Rousseau roamed your shores alone
From near and far, we’ve stopped to rest
For years we craved the ways to meet
Both the global and the local
In this City how to greet
Urban type or village yokel
Bankers, writers, diplomats
Those who market Tide and Cheer
We are all online together
Ever since Glocals did appear
Tho’ it’s not a dating site
Many friendships have been made
Those discreet have done it right
Others, maybe, just got laid
While we sometimes disagree
On the deepest thoughts we think
We remember speech is free
And go have a Tuesday Drink
Now you might think this poem mine
Isn’t really so romantic
But it is a Valentine
Let’s not, please, get too pedantic
On this day of hearts and flowers
Both Glocals and Geneva, mine
With you I’ve spent many hours
Whether moonlight or sunshine
So two G’s, I toast to you
Without gripes or groans or grudges
Eleventh hour entry, too
Sweetly winking at the judges
No, my words aren’t really deepish
I write all this not being sheepish . . .
Happy Valentine's Day to Glocals and Geneva