Some folks here need the finer things
like Mynah birds and Cambrai mints,
while others seek to topple kings.
Their broken limbs they set in slings
and splints.
Some folks here limit their desire
to what they comprehend through squints.
They steer between the dear and dire
and shun whatever’s close to fire
or makes them wince.
Some folks here favor figs and pears,
while some prefer the Turkish quince.
Though some anticipate Life’s cares,
it falls on others unawares
in five or ten-year stints.
Some folks here fail to catch the gist,
are not so good at taking hints.
Some need from habits to desist,
some simply to unclench their fist.
Some cherish quiet utterance,
while others cannot shut their mouths.
You’ll find them all within these prints.
You’ll find them chastened, clothed, espoused.
Their fits and faults are herein housed.
I moved here once. I’ve lived here ever since.