The numbers and letters, they dance about So a stranger points the way. The buildings and street signs, they look alike. On a compass course I’ll stay. The city planners made a map, Worth not a hill of beans, So woe betide a dyslexic lost In the borough known as Queens.
A native New Yorker, I drive my truck, Down a street unknown and wide. A foreign explorer had better luck, With a savage as native guide. Remembering the signs on stores, On streets I’d traveled most, My GPS has gone DOA. And has given up the ghost.
One number refers to an avenue, Then a street, then a road and lane. The hyphens in your street address, Are just driving me insane. The numbers are ascending, so I think I’m heading right. But this street I’m on, it is not the same As I visited just last night.
From Long Island City to Sunnyside, To a place known as Forest Hills, I follow the Boulevard of Death, And I wish for my migraine pills. I have no clue to where I roam! Despite my ways and means, I just cannot find my true love’s home, In this puzzle box called Queens.
A Dyslexic In Queens
©2011 Ariel Cinii (1106.20) to the tune of "John Barleycorn Must Die"
The numbers and letters, they dance about
So a stranger points the way.
The buildings and street signs, they look alike.
On a compass course I’ll stay.
The city planners made a map,
Worth not a hill of beans,
So woe betide a dyslexic lost
In the borough known as Queens.
A native New Yorker, I drive my truck,
Down a street unknown and wide.
A foreign explorer had better luck,
With a savage as native guide.
Remembering the signs on stores,
On streets I’d traveled most,
My GPS has gone DOA.
And has given up the ghost.
One number refers to an avenue,
Then a street, then a road and lane.
The hyphens in your street address,
Are just driving me insane.
The numbers are ascending, so
I think I’m heading right.
But this street I’m on, it is not the same
As I visited just last night.
From Long Island City to Sunnyside,
To a place known as Forest Hills,
I follow the Boulevard of Death,
And I wish for my migraine pills.
I have no clue to where I roam!
Despite my ways and means,
I just cannot find my true love’s home,
In this puzzle box called Queens.
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