Oh To be Spring & Lost in the NYC Subway System…

Subways, helpful to those in the know,

Downright scary to those who don’t but still have to go,

Seeing the graffiti, the totally odd ones who ride along,

Won’t take too long to realize you have left sanity behind, so long…

Ride in the front car with the engineer,

You can tell he isn’t lost, but has his own fear,

Locked in a bullet-proof cubicle so near,

To all the craziness that happens with a cheer…

No never have I been lost in New York,

This is just fiction dropped to me by the stork,

Hey, it rhymed what can I say,

Or should I have used the planet ork?

When you read this and you surely will,

Make sure you recall this writer has within him a lot of dill,

Pickles or peppers I know not now, or ever still,

Just keep in mind I know not what I write,

For that is the reason I herein use the rhyme, isn’t it just so right?

              © ed – 3/30/04