Under the Eiffel Tower

Sitting under the tower

Watching the tourists queue

Listening to all the languages

And quietly enjoying the view

Only one lift is working

So the hordes stand in line

Not wanting to walk the tower

Even if it's quicker in time

Mike and Rachel are walking

Up the hundreds of stairs 

I am waiting patiently

Wondering if that's them there

I'm sure it has changed colour

From the memories of my mind

Surprisingly it doesn't seem smaller

 It really is one of a kind

I tried to explain to Rachel

That the tower is massively tall

But she really hadn't got it

She said it made her feel small

And so I sit here waiting

For them to come back to me

And tell me all about their trip

And everything that they did see.