Walking

I walk like a New Yorker At a swift and steady pace. In other towns, my gait might seem A little out of place. New Yorkers never saunter, Rarely ramble, hardly stroll For on city streets, such movement Would quite quickly take its toll. So when out-of-towners visit, You can spot them right away As they amble down the sidewalk, Thinking such a thing’s okay. It might be just fine in places Where the pace of life is slow But a genuine New Yorker Needs to go-go-go-go-GO!