Manhattan, poem by Maya Van Londen

I’m going downtown in Manhattan!

Of course, it will be crowded and if I ask for directions, people will say, “No. Too bad, Yah yah. Not my Problem. Go to the Help Desk. Nah, forget it.” (People aren’t very nice sometimes.)

And it will be noisy with all the cars going beep, honk, zip, screeech, vroom, b-b-b-b-b, proom, and all the people going, “No! Go! Leave me! Stay away! I won’t help. Stop!” All of that is too much for a 4th Grader.

Going downtown in Manhattan probably wouldn’t be so bad, but the temptation’s killing me.