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Pelham Grenville Wodehouse (Пелем Гренвилл Вудхаус)


Greenwich Village


Way down in Greenwich Village
There's something, 'twould appear,
Demoralizing in the atmosphere.
Quite ordinary people,
Who come to live down here,
Get changed to perfect nuts within a year.
They learn to eat spaghetti
(That's hard enough, as you know)
They leave off frocks
And wear Greek smocks
And study Guido Bruno.
For there's something in the air
Down here in Greenwich Village
That makes a fellow feel he doesn't care:
And as soon as he is in it, he
Gets hold of an affinity
Who's long on modern
Art but short on hair.
Though he may have been a model,
Ever since he learned to toddle,
To his relatives and neighbours everywhere,
When he hits our Latin Quarter
He does things he shouldn't oughter:
It's a sort of,
Sort of kind of,
It's a sort of kind of something in the air. 



Pelham Grenville Wodehouse's other poems:
  1. Printer's Error
  2. Damon and Pythias
  3. Забытый удачный ответThe Lost Repartee
  4. ПессимистThe Pessimist
  5. НаполеонNapoleon


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