Tiny Town – 27th November 2025

This is the town that time forgot,
and GPS no longer works;
The place that never moved forward;
residents full of quacks and quirks.

Within its limits, you are cornered;
this is the town that time forgot;
With its rituals, no one questions;
this is a map without a dot.

Roads that leave town are suggestions,
the words are full of many paths;
This is the town that time forgot;
always the same in photographs.

Rare visitors soon lose the plot;
the centre is just out of shot;
One day, its history just stopped;
this is the town that time forgot.

Written for the Chimeric Poetry Scavenger Hunt:
write a Quatern with a Chain Rhyme.

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