Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Some Lines That Rhyme About My Favorite Morning Road Nazi

To the thing that does the street sweeping
You keep these stupid, young ladies weeping
I've warned them of your power
But the look they gave was sour
Because they were picked up by guys that were creeping

Their cars were blocking the road
And you had to lighten the load
Now they'll have to pay the fine
Nobody listened to the advice of mine
So the street doesn't smell like a commode

He surely is a keeper
The towing toll isn't getting cheaper
We'll keep him around
To clean up the town
That righteous old street sweeper

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