Twinned

Las Vegas's twinned with Templepatrick
I saw the sign, it was fucking magic.
For the two are totally unalike,
One dull, dreary, the other bright lights.
One surrounded by sand, one garnished in green,
One a gambling Mecca, the other, well'�green.
A city of sin or a timid wee town.
One sleepy, boring, one's whoring astounds.
One has one shop, one's loadsa casinos,
The ones one shop's called cleverly, 'Vivo.'�
A roundabout or an infamous strip,
Ireland's tidiest town or strippers, who strip,
Elvis, Sinatra or an auld doll called Mavis,
Templepatrick comin' atcha,
Vivo Las Vegas.

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