In My Hometown

In my hometown, there lies a street, A buzzing, busy city street, Where cars speed forward in roaring fleets Toward places to be and people to meet. And on this street lies a bouquet, A busty, bountiful bouquet. Next to the cracking curb, it lays And braves the the traffic of midday. And the bouquet has leaves of red, A lustful, lively, bloody red. It's sad such life will soon be dead, Crushed by our killer tire treads.