You sit down by the sea
A proper Victorian lady
Reveling in your old memories
As the noisy tourists arrive enticed by your delights.
They walk your shaded streets past old mansions
And promenade to see
And to be seen.
From New York, Philadelphia and North Jersey,
They invade you every summer
Like mad sea dervishes craving your sun, surf and atmosphere.
Like a true lady you tolerate their bad manners
And loud music until the season ends
When they retreat to their chaos and mayhem
Leaving you to your quiet gentility.
Cape May, I love you.
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