An inspired (and anonymous) reader sent this along...
O Mystery Lot!
Home to dead bodies
But also morning glories
Used by some as a dumpster
But also bore a fabulous monster
Full of contradiction
Don't let us lose you to construction!
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Previously on EV Grieve:
The Mystery Lot likely facing a luxurious end
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Mystery lots and Tater Tots,
And days of wine and roses.
EV Grieve, this makes me heave,
We’ve all got runny noses.
ET please, phone home.
Lady Gaga?
"There once was a man from Nantucket whose Mystery Lot was so long he could..."
Haha! Love Marty's contribution.
This calls for a haiku:
Your days are numbered
we are losing mystery
gentrification
To the tune of Like A Prayer, by Madonna:
The Lot is a mystery
The Monster must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home
@Cheeks
Haha! Nicely done!
Ode to the Ode to the Mystery Lot
Flawless meter and
rhyme
sublime
Subliminal
criminal
indict, in spite
aimed at maimed
mystery's genius.
O lift us.
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