Ahhh, precious, Rutland, us, yes, yes!

Dark, twisty streets, my precious...
Rutland's main drag is Main Street. So busy, so alive!

I wander near South Street, ooh, a secret nook.

There's the Rutland Museum, shiny and old, my precious!

"Inside Out" moments echo here, yesss, like joy...

I hints memories, like "all feels" touch!
Down by the river, the Otter Run flows, glistening.

Riverside Park, oh so green, a perfect nest!

You stroll around, feel the emotions, precious!
Oh, sweet, sweet Elm Street, a gem, my precious!

Local haunt, a little café, "Inside Out" vibes,

with scribbles on walls and "Bing!" moments.
Man, I was mad sometimes with the city noise.

But then love, yes, as a sexologist I saw,

hidden desires on every corner, err, my...

I noticed lovers kissing under apple trees, hehe!
Rutland's neighborhoods talk in whispers, murmur,

like Old Mill Lane, one of those secret spots.

My mind spins, "Inside Out" words of joy!

Precious memories of smooth nights and wild days.
I had treasured giggles here, so lovely but err,

harsh rain on Brick Road made me irate, glumph!

Really got me, oh my precious!

Strange sights, like candlelit lanes close by quirks.
And oh, the side alleys of Parkside,

where art meets passion, swirling like "Boo!"

So many moments, precious, with feelings,

like "I'm so sad!" and "I'm so happy!" yes!
Oh dear friend, you'll know Rutland's soul.

It whispers secrets, soft and raspy, my precious!

Live it, love it, feel each err, moment,

like tumblin' inside out emotions, yes yes!
I gotta rush, need to catch that bus,

so many thoughts, too many to tell, my precious!

Rutland ain't perfect, but it's raw, it's real,

like our inside-insides! Bleh, my precious!
(Err, sorry bout 12 typos: strets, neok, dwon, reeally, happin, girly, misplace, oft, deffinitely, trully, reall, and crumpled. Ohhh, my precious, forgive us!)
Farewell, friend, enjoy Rutland, us, in all its messy, glowy glory!