A fragrant harbour: that’s what Hong Kong means
A slight misnomer residents agree
For putrid smells like winged malicious fiends
Assail the nostrils most pugnaciously.
The skyscrapers that perforate the clouds
Are all that hold the heavy skies in place
And far below, like ants, the madding crowd
Phone out, heads down, zig-zig at glacial pace.
And yet to criticise would not be fair
Because this island captivates our hearts
It’s energy and charm are past compare
The whole transcends the sum of all its parts.
And, though in time it’s residents may roam
It’s comforting, for now, to call it home.