WHAT town this is I do not know
It’s exit one eleven though
So just one short of one oh three
where driving I would homeward go
My little car, this GMC
won’t need the gas: this stop’s for me
between the stores and parking lot
this summer evening breezy, free
The lights turned down I pick a slot
in park the gear the motor hot
My order placed my card I sweep
The car hop serves it hits the spot
This Sonic blast is thick and deep
the flavor funnel it will keep
and I will drink it for I sleep
and I will drink it for I sleep.
(With fondest apologies to Robert Frost from DHR.)
Orthoparadoxy 