  OH, the dingy winter days! Oh, the woven blues and greys! Oh, the drizzles and the puddles and the freezing! Nippy Paris to New York Is a sinker to a cork Oh, the glacial Gallic gloom In a candle-darkened room Sends the spirit of a Gothamite to zero When I found the fire dead And sped shuddering to bed. How I longed to dream of burning Rome and Nero! Don’t believe them when they say The Parisians all are gay; Not a capital where gaiety so rare is. Why, I positively think My Manhattan blues are pink When contrasted with the blues I had in Paris. Anonymous. |
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