Car Wash
.
Dave Krenz got in his unit, where a smoker
was last night,
He knew he had to air it out, sometime
before first light.
A trip he made to Cambie Yards, just might
do the trick,
Before the awful smell of smoke, really
made him sick.
.
While there he spied the car wash, and
figured what the heck,
I'll just wash off the outside too, I
will not leave a speck.
So he pulled into the wash rack, with
his Ford still nearly new,
The machinery to be started, by just a
chosen few.
.
Soon it started moving, the brush began
to spin,
Closer it kept coming, when Dave noticed
something queer,
I wonder where the water is, oh well,
never fear.
.
Once the rack has passed my car, I'll
just restart the thing,
Then after, clean the inside, I'll make
the vacuum sing.
The roller now up on the hood, still moving
slowly on,
Soon it will be finished, the machinery
would be gone.
.
When it hit the windshield, Murphy's Law
took charge,
For the roller kept on rolling, and was
looking rather large.
But, it really was not lifting, the way
it ought to be,
The pressure was increasing, which David
could not see.
.
With a bang the window smashed, and glass
sprayed everywhere,
Covered Dave with fragments, leaving sparkles
in his hair.
You know Dave, there's a better way, to
clear out the smoky smell,
Just roll all the windows down, and go
out and drive like hell.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 98-02-03 (162)