Franklin Pierce Adams
A Gotham Garden Of Verses - Poem by Franklin Pierce Adams
In summer when the days are hot
The subway is delayed a lot;
In winter, quite the selfsame thing;
In autumn also, and in spring.
And does it not seem strange to you
That transportation is askew
In this--I pray, restrain your mirth!--
In this, the Greatest Town on Earth?
All night long and every night
The neighbors dance for my delight;
I hear the people dance and sing
Like practically anything.
Women and men and girls and boys,
All making curious kinds of noise
And dancing in so weird a way,
I never saw the like by day.
So loud a show was never heard
As that which yesternight occurred:
They danced and sang, as I have said,
As I lay wakeful in my bed.
They shout and cry and yell and laugh
And play upon the phonograph;
And endlessly I count the sheep,
Endeavouring to fall asleep.
It is very nice to think
This town is full of meat and drink;
That is, I'd think it very nice
If my pappa but had the price.
This town is so full of a number of folks,
I'm sure there will always be matter for jokes.
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