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Franklin Pierce Adams (1881-1960)

The Flat-Hunter's Way


              1We don't get any too much light;
              2    It's pretty noisy, too, at that;
              3The folks next door stay up all night;
              4    There's but one closet in the flat;
              5The rent we pay is far from low;
              6    Our flat is small and in the rear;
              7But we have looked around, and so
              8    We think we'll stay another year.

              9Our dining-room is pretty dark;
            10    Our kitchen's hot and very small;
            11The "view" we get of Central Park
            12    We really do not get at all.
            13The ceiling cracks and crumbles down
            14    Upon me while I'm working here --
            15But, after combing all the town,
            16    We think we'll stay another year.

            17We are not "handy" to the sub;
            18    Our hall-boy service is a joke;
            19Our janitor's a foreign dub
            20    Who never does a thing but smoke;
            21Our landlord says he will not cut
            22    A cent from rent already dear;
            23And so we sought for better -- but
            24    We think we'll stay another year.

Notes

17] sub: underground subway trains.

19] dub: fellow without skills.


Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: Franklin P. Adams, Tobogganing on Parnassus (Garden City, New York: Doubleday, Page, 1913): 138. LE 2121t Robarts Library
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: 2003
Recent editing: 1:2003/8/13

Form: octaves
Rhyme: ababcdcd


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