There once lived a liberal named Patty. Her politics were boilerplate fad-dy. When issued a query To state her views clearly She utters, “Republicans bad-dy.”
This place is cozy. Everyone is beautiful and they all get avocado toast. The name means something in Greek.
She continued her moribund gallivanting Past the owners on the run When she spotted a shimmer beneath the slanting Glare of the indian summer sun. Staring back pensive was Sidney’s trusty Comprade in tents-a Rasta Rusty Wondering just what the fuck to do. His waders waist deep within the slough. He’d spent the most of the morning hours Playing scratch off lotto while sloshing about Making various phone calls, catching trout, And tracking a single pack of mallards He spotted Syd, sternly turned and spat, “I need almonds, parsley, and lemon! Stat!”
I like one of these cars more than the other.
Always a treat coming to these places.