I Have Written Another Poem

From Castles To Apples

From one North-East to another,

I swapped a Castle for an Apple,

And so far it’s a real corker,

Being an adopted New Yorker.

From auburn to green,

I watched an Angel turn French,

But I’ll happily let that slide,

With some fries on the side.

When I walk passed Katz’ Deli,

You know, where Harry met Sally,

I always wonder if a stottie,

Could ever please some totty.

Then a new strong accent,

Pours me a new black kaw-fee,

And I think of Sting as I talk,

As he too, was an Englishman in New York.