A scorpion-shaped island east of the Carolinas
Provides respite for those eager to enjoy sunrises
The Queen’s English is spoken here
By centuries of folk who come from far and near
Say hello with the horns in their cars
Along narrow streets filled with shops and bars
English history where the Brits set up shop
In the War of 1812 on the west-end dock
Now a myriad of commercial storefronts
To beckon the tourist without affront
The ferry traverses from dockyard to Hamilton
Where bootleg rum and pirates once run
Charming parishes uniquely defined
From east to west each refined
With pastel cottages freshly painted
Amidst Anglican churches and sainted
Pink sandy beaches forever indelible
In reefs, sunsets, and shipwrecks unfathomable
Cricket, soccer, and fishing abound
For every sports enthusiast that will astound
Charming St. George of history past
Lay to the East with three-rigger masts
Winding roads for the faint of heart
Who dare the scooter with a prayer and kick-start
Palates consumed by fresh produce and fish
Caught daily by locals for your culinary dish
Business suits replace Bermuda shorts and knee-socks
In this island financial capital of banking and stocks
Enjoy this paradise of historical presence
Of spectacular beauty and radiant brilliance
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