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