Tap Water
In other cities, do they ask
Which water you’d prefer?
A sparkling kind (they’ll charge you)
Or the tap? (free, you’d infer).
For New York City water
Has a fresh and bracing taste.
Any reason to refuse it
Would be bogus and misplaced.
Other H2O’s, I’ve noticed,
Have a real metallic tang,
Like the pipes were old and rusty
In the place from which they sprang.
But when New York City dining,
In a restaurant or dive,
Answer “tap” to any waiter
And don’t fall for any jive.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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