San Francisco is the fantastical city by the bay,
after you spend a night here you will always want to stay.
There isn’t such a thing here as the seasons summer and winter,
it’s always either fall or spring and of course the fog’s another.
Our city has a hilly demeanor with cable cars to ease the way,
as the bells ding the hearts begin to sing each and every day.
Eventually reality sets in and takes you home with some dismay,
you may have left on an air-o-plane but your heart decided to stay.
Seven x seven square miles of inspiration infused domain,
contrary to popular belief not everyone here is inane.
dead beat poet 