Classic Poem

We don't get any too much light;
It's pretty noisy, too, at that;
The folks next door stay up all night;
There's but one closet in the flat;
The rent we pay is far from low;
Our flat is small and in the rear;
But we have looked around, and so
We think we'll stay another year.

Our dining-room is pretty dark;
Our kitchen's hot and very small;
The " view " we get of Central Park
We really do not get at all.
The ceiling cracks and crumbles down
Upon me while I'm working here —
But, after combing all the town,
We think we'll stay another year.

We are not " handy " to the sub;
Our hall-boy service is a joke;
Our janitor's a foreign dub
Who never does a thing but smoke
Our landlord says he will not cut
A cent from rent already dear;
And so we sought for better — but
We think we'll stay another year.