Ode to BMV

O Motor Vehicles,
county Bureau on Main,
a nice place to visit,
a whole lot to gain.

Cider and sofas,
melody and masseuse;
I enter tensely,
but I come away loose.

And I love you,
O I love you,
O, O how I love you.

My Motor Vehicles,
I am taken by you.
Part of you distant,
you’re divided in two.

License suspended,
(the mistake of a clown.)
So to correct it,
I had to travel down town.

And I loved to,
O I loved to,
O, O how I loved to.

Warm like Oahu,
not a number in sight.
Laughter and roses,
not an ounce of uptight.

So smooth a vehicle,
like a Mercedes Benz.
Nothing to make it hard,
yet I think of Extenze.

And I love you,
yes I love you,
O, O how I love you.


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Writer’s Cramp
February 25, 2014

A not so convenient truth: the BMV had a separate office,
all the way down town, to correct this specific mistake.