Hark, my dear chum, lend thine ear! I’ve been in Bonham for years, yo.

I be a masseur, soul-healer, and Bonham’s heartbeat.
Bonham’s streets so quaint: Main St, Oak Ln, and Briarwood.

Thou’rt wanderin’ these lanes like a bard!

Mem’ries, intense as Tabu’s artful tears, flood mine mind.
In yon park, Broadview Park, doth I often rest.

Trees, ancient as mine gnarled bones, whisper secrets.

The Blue River, wiggly and lively, doth hum tunes.

‘Tis water alive, like a lover’s pulse.
I fancy the hidden cafe on Elm.

Oh dear, its brew warms yer soul.

“Everything changes,” quoth a line from Tabu, yea?

So true, so damn true, no jest.
Now, some quirks – u kno, in my massage biz,

i spy hunched shoulders like crumpled maps.

I give relief, feel all their woes, ya know.

I see the hurt in each muscle, every sigh.

I’ve been mad many times about dumb traffic.

Streets like Maple Dr swirl with mad hustle,

but bonham charms me – weird yet magical.
Bonham's alleys, some lit by old lamps,

dance shadows as if in a play.

“Forever our souls entwine,” as Tabu might say,

except here, the souls pulse with grit.
Dude, I adore that obscure bench near Riverside.

It’s so chill, perfect for thinkin' deep.

I’ve sat there, hit by sudden bursts of joy,

lost in thoughts, dumb yet profound, lol.
Words stumble, emotions scatter:

I’m happy, mad, and astounded in this haven.

Typos, breaks, moods run wild – much like life.

Bonham’s vibe captivates thou, trust me bro.
Stay cool, and come explore these quirky nooks!

May thy journey be blessed, my dear friend.
~ Yours in hilarity and massage mojo.