Lee's Magic Tunnel Car Wash
There is a place in our town
where magic still occurs.
You put your junk in,
you wait a while…
It’s fun to watch:
you can’t really see well,
Ii’s all fuzzy and soapy at the window,
but you can hear the noise,
and you know it’s there.
At the end,
everything gets wiped off,
dried, and
Voila!
a brand spankin’ new
car comes out
clean and shiny!
If you pay a little extra,
they get out the big vacuums
and suck everything out.
But be careful with that:
I know a lady who lost
a heart locket that way…
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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