Shall I, lying in a grot, <br />Die because the day is hot? <br />Or declare I can't endure <br />Such a torrid temperature? <br />Be it hotter than the flames <br />South Gehenna Junction claims, <br /> If it be not so to me, <br /> What care I how hot it be? <br /> <br />Shall I say I love the town <br />Praised by Robinson and Browne? <br />Shall I say, 'In summer heat <br />Old Manhattan can't be beat?' <br />Be it luring as a bar, <br />Or my neighbour's motor-car, <br /> If I think it is pazziz <br /> What care I how fine it is? <br /> <br />Shall I prate of rural joys <br />Far from civic smoke and noise? <br />Shall I, like the others, drool <br />'But the nights are always cool?' <br />If I hate to rise at six <br />Shall I praise the suburbs? Nix! <br /> If the country's not for me, <br /> What care I how good it be? <br /> <br />Town or country, cool or hot, <br />Differs nothing, matters not; <br />For to quote that Roman cuss, <br />Why dispute 'de gustibus?' <br />If to this or that one should <br />Take a fancy, it is good. <br /> If these rhymes look good to me, <br /> What care I how bad they be?<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-summer-summary/
