Menotomy! Pleasant monotony!
Who'd call you dreary? Certainly not me!
     I've lived here now for over thirteen years,
And hope to stay until my RIP.

'Course, nowadays you're known as Arlington:
A place of tame excitement, low-key fun,
     Bookstores and libraries and restaurants
And bike-paths for a morning ride or run.

You have a church or two. No temple, though!
Your residents will sometimes clear the snow.
     You have two high-schools (public, Catholic) and
Five grade-schools where the younger children go.

I like it here. Your climate's rather nice.
Sometimes there are extremes of heat, of ice!
     Your politics tilt leftward. Fine by me:
Progressive souls abound in Paradise!

I have a two-room flat on the first floor.
The jocks' athletic field sits just next door.
     I've got a parcel of amazing friends:
Sweet Arlingtonians whom I adore.

Mass. Ave. plays host to some homey cafés
Peopled with cyber-wise habitués
     Who sip espresso as they surf the web,
Busily idling through their slow work-days.

The Bible Christian and the questioning teen
Live here in peace---and everyone between!
     You're like a quiet Cambridge, welcoming
And placid, fringed by Mystic Valley green.

Menotomy, you're such a laid-back town!
You seldom greet me with a troubled frown.
     I'd rather live here than in ancient Rome
Or in loud Boston. ("Turn that music down!")

I bless you, with your shrines and shrubs so dear!
I cherish your suburban atmosphere!
     Hope flourishes amid your flowered lanes
Unstained by hatred, and untouched by fear.