We don't get any too much light; It's pretty noisy, too, at that; The folks next door stay up all night; There's but one closet in the flat; The rent we pay is far from low; Our flat is small and in the rear; But we have looked around, and so, We think we'll stay another year. Our dining-room is pretty dark; Our kitchen's hot and very small; The "view" we get of Central Park We really do not get at all. The ceiling cracks and crumbles down Upon me while I'm working here— But, after combing all the town, We think we'll stay another year. We are not "handy" to the sub; Our hall-boy service is a joke; Our janitor's a foreign dub Who never does a thing but smoke; Our landlord says he will not cut A cent from rent already dear; And so we sought for better—but We think we'll stay another year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES LADY OF MYSTERY by G. W. BLOEMENDAL |