Anne Kadet writes about, and is obsessed with, New York City. She has never petted a wombat.
To live in New York City takes no money, none at all.
It takes appreciation of Central Park trees in the fall.
Wages don't deliver any kind of happy spree
when you can take a ferry to see Lady Liberty.
Who needs to go to Sardi's to enjoy a pleasant meal?
Take an apple with you to the MoMa -- it's ideal!
A subway token takes you on a magic carpet ride;
you may wind up in Brooklyn with a Bobov by your side.
Oh, money has its uses and a decent wage is good;
but window shopping still is free in SoHo neighborhood.
If my thoughts seem callow it's because I haven't been
to New York City since before they first invented sin . . .
"I'd rather live in Flatbush."
If my thoughts seem callow it's because I haven't been
to New York City since before they first invented sin . . .
"I'd rather live in Flatbush."
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