This is just a short poem, describing my experience of being a New Yorker and living in Maine. As you can probably guess, it hasn't been a very pleasant one.
Being a New Yorker living in Maine,
can be quite a pain.
Miles and miles of trees,
get me out of here please!
People think I talk funny,
and have lots of money.
They think I'm rude
and have a bad attitude.
They say I talk through my nose
and wear funny clothes.
They think I'm too loud,
and stand out in a crowd.
I'm tired of saying cofee,
will you just lay off me!
Have you ever stopped and thought,
all these stereotypes make me quite distraught?!
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