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Poem
September 23, 1955
St. Paul Recorder
Saint Paul, Ramsey County, Minnesota
What is this article about?
A city man loves escaping to the countryside for peace but despises the bugs that bite and ruin his experience, ultimately preferring urban life despite its noise and thugs.
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City Man
The country would be wonderful
If only all the bugs
Had someplace else to live and
work—
For instance, under rugs.
I love to flee the city streets
And all the city mugs,
To soothe my nerves in rural
peace—
But I can't stand the bugs.
They bite and chew the whole
day through
And mostly upon me:
No sooner do I sit me down
Beneath a verdant tree
Than hordes converge from earth
and sky
With mandibles and fangs,
To savor of mv flesh and blood
Like wild orangutangs.
I limp back to the city with
My torso seared with bites,
With bumps and welts that burn
and sting,
And through the torrid nights
While traffic roars, and in the
streets
There roam the urban thugs
I try to dream of rural peace
Without. of course, the bugs.
The country would be wonderful
If only all the bugs
Had someplace else to live and
work—
For instance, under rugs.
I love to flee the city streets
And all the city mugs,
To soothe my nerves in rural
peace—
But I can't stand the bugs.
They bite and chew the whole
day through
And mostly upon me:
No sooner do I sit me down
Beneath a verdant tree
Than hordes converge from earth
and sky
With mandibles and fangs,
To savor of mv flesh and blood
Like wild orangutangs.
I limp back to the city with
My torso seared with bites,
With bumps and welts that burn
and sting,
And through the torrid nights
While traffic roars, and in the
streets
There roam the urban thugs
I try to dream of rural peace
Without. of course, the bugs.
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
City Man
Country Bugs
Rural Peace
Urban Thugs
Satirical Verse
Poem Details
Title
City Man
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
The Country Would Be Wonderful
If Only All The Bugs
Had Someplace Else To Live And Work—
For Instance, Under Rugs.
I Love To Flee The City Streets
And All The City Mugs,
To Soothe My Nerves In Rural Peace—
But I Can't Stand The Bugs.
I Try To Dream Of Rural Peace
Without. Of Course, The Bugs.