A cute poem a friend sent.
Twas the night before "Carma"
And all through the town
Each commuter was grousing, and wearing a frown. The carkeys were hung
By the doorway with care,
In hopes that clear asphalt someday would be there. On backroads, on sideroads
On canyons we're blitzin'.
We'll whiz right up Sunset, don't care if it's glitzin'! While no one knows why
You would go to the Valley,
The rumor abounds that you might need an alley. So just one last reminder
And I'll bid you good night:
You can go straight on Wilshire, but you cannot turn right.
Twas the night before "Carma"
And all through the town
Each commuter was grousing, and wearing a frown. The carkeys were hung
By the doorway with care,
In hopes that clear asphalt someday would be there. On backroads, on sideroads
On canyons we're blitzin'.
We'll whiz right up Sunset, don't care if it's glitzin'! While no one knows why
You would go to the Valley,
The rumor abounds that you might need an alley. So just one last reminder
And I'll bid you good night:
You can go straight on Wilshire, but you cannot turn right.
Cute huh?
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