Waiting, waiting for the man,
in a car,
in a spot,
in a gym’s parking lot,
sounds like Seus,
must make use
of my time with pics and rhyme.
Pics I take . . . oh, one, two, three,
in my car,
in my spot,
in the gym’s parking lot,
lights up top,
holes in walls,
roof lines boring, not at all.
In a blue car, there I are
taking shots
in my spot,
in the gym’s parking lot,
talking Seus,
making use,
with my rhyme just marking time.
Waiting, waiting for the man,
Making use of time, I can.
(Okay, now I sound more like Yoda!)
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 