ok, all this talk of nekkid parking garages and such has caused my cauldron to bubble, bubble, toil and trubble ... i.e., a fetid mind is a terrible waste. :) so in that vein, here comes ...
SONNET #43, From the Portuguese Man-of-War By Lizzie Barrel Browning .50 cal. How do I drive thee? Let me count the ways. I drive thee to the length and breadth and height My bumpers reach, when feeling, not by sight, For the ends of other Cars in parking space. I drive thee by the headlights glowing trace At Dusk, and Dawn, and yawning dead of Night. I drive thee slowly, in the lanes upon the Right; I drive thee quickly, when in Rushing Hour's Race. I drive thee with a passion, somewhat loose; Like comfy briefs, my van upholds my faith. I drive thee with a verve I seldom choose In other cars! -- I drive thee for the Smiles And Tears and all the Strife --- and if I choose, I shall but drive thee more, for years and miles. |
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