Along the Limmat in Zurich, where high-heels click on cobblestone streets,
Shoes of all sizes, from dainty to 10XL, line the banks in neat rows.
The Croc-clad locals watch in droll amusement as tourists pass by,
In a city where the river flows with a permissive grace.
The water rushes by, carrying stories of the past,
Of distressed lovers and grotesque scandals that never last.
But the Limmat remains constant, a silent witness to it all,
A droll observer of the ever-changing city's rise and fall.