Two Fibonacci Poems

Two Fibonacci poems, wherein the total syllables in a line must equal the total in the previous two lines.


Man,
in
the city
where I live,
it’s best to not drive
on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday,
or any other day, if you want to stay alive.

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True,
in
the town
where I live,
it’s best to take flight
in the morning, or late at night,
for the middle of the day can be a tangled sight.