Once upon a July Malibu Council meeting quite dreary,
An assembly that left many Malibuites weak and weary,
O’er way too many promises and curious guarantees of political lore.
While we Malibuites nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping,
Resolutely driven by Harlow, Fakehany and O’Brien with jaws a flapping
representing the Lily’s core.
” ‘Tis a mess here,” they all muttered, as the reporters wrote and stuttered,
Stuttered over eminent domain and 15 million in taxes and maybe even more.
Could there be a general bond with such a case of misdirection,
One with such an all-purpose selection, and fraught with danger to the core?
Quoth the Lily’s Ravers, “Yes and more.”
Edgar Allen H. Stuppy