[Jim Hayes]

Can't have you pottering about on your own John;

In The City

In parts of town we see young ladies swan;
the way they dress you’d think they’d nothing on,
and we provide facilities for thugs--
alleyways that beckon unsuspecting mugs.

For color, we’ve no flowers in a bed--
but three eyes winking amber, green and red,
each day we shelter from the sun by taking
the Underground for hours as dawn is breaking.

We have much privacy; with streets so wide
we don't know who--what’s-- on the other side.
On Sundays you can slump back on the pillow
not bothered by some wren, thrush or tit-willow.

To our high-rise apartment no one calls,
but we can talk with neighbors through the walls.
Yes, urban life has benefits--man designed--
and when you really look that's all you find.



Needs work, but it's a start.