I've spent a month in the city
So I'm spoiled forever I fear,
For I miss the buttons and gadgets
The movies - the cocktails - the beer

I'm finished with hors'd'oeuvers and entrees'
Here I'm lucky to get a main dish,
Unless I'm extra ingenious -
Come Friday - there's fish - or there's fish

When the wind howls around me like demons
And the rain slithers down my poor neck
Do I signal a bus - or a taxi ?
Are you kiddin ? I walk it by Heck !

But those things are all only trifles
There's nothing that hits half so hard
As that dimly-lit, chilly, nocturnal
Trek-out across the back yard

Years Later
If you'd care to pay me a visit
Have no misgivings nor fears-
For your objective in the aforementioned excursion,
Turn left, at the head of the stairs.