Franklin P. Adams

(15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois)

A Wish - Poem by Franklin P. Adams

(An Apartmental Ditty.)

Mine be a flat beside the Hill;
A vendor's cry shall soothe my ear
A landlord shall present his bill
At least a dozen times a year.

The tenor, oft, below my flat,
Shall practise 'Violets' and such;
And in the area a cat
Shall beat the band, the cars, and Dutch.

Around the neighbourhood shall be
About a hundred thousand kids;
And, eke in that vicinitee,
Ten pianolas without lids.

And mornings, I suppose, by gosh,
I'll be awakened prompt at seven,
By ladies hanging up the wash
Only a mile or so from heaven.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, March 30, 2012

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