“We” think NY, “we” think NYC.
You could say, in your woe begotten way, you’d slip your leash to dance titanic, to dance the light fantastic, aboard the Titanic, headed, as it was to NY, albeit NYC.
You could say, in your flea bitten way, King Kong must to NY be shipped, in a mature-sounding blip, or is it a cage, King Kong in a rage, to be in the Circus, the democratic raucous, a popular rage, the Bronx Zoo not a stage–
–NYC has Broadway for that!
A silent stage, a limelight ablaze, vaudeville, and coup de ville, a fistful of fame, vice light, repeal fright, give a cop a banana, or a doughnut, replete, NYC rhein of gold, or Hudson, of river, glints a silver of tinsel, a really good deal, a Rockette to reveal, her third trimester…
…God bless her!
Spam of Human Affection 
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