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Hooplehead

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Sweet Rosie O'Greenway,
My dear little Rose.
You're really a freeway,
As everyone knows.....
 
Re: Rose Kennedy Greenway

Twenty billion dollars
Buried under ground,
Produced a few Begonias
No shade trees to be found.
 
Re: Rose Kennedy Greenway

Soon we'll be bankrupt
That's okay by me,
Cause dodging through the traffic
A stimulus I see.
 
Re: Rose Kennedy Greenway

On the median strip in February
I'm chilled to the marrow.
but I don't mind,
as long as there's no shadow.
 
Re: Rose Kennedy Greenway

Dodge the cars, avoid the ramps
This ain't Paris, nor the Champs
Elysees, nor the Esplanade.
In fact the whole thing's rather odd.

But I have faith that trees will grow
and flowers bloom, and you should know
that parks take time; they're never done;
and you know what? They love the sun.
 
Re: Rose Kennedy Greenway

Screw common sense, screw rationality
Screw everything that doesn't make me happy
Don't block my views, don't block my light
Nobody build anything, anywhere, in my sight
 
Hooplehead said:
Sweet Rosie O'Greenway,
My dear little Rose.
You're really a freeway,
As everyone knows.....
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^priceless


how about:

There once was a hub with a truck-route,
That hovered through town like a coal chute;
They took it all down,
Put it underground,
And now there?s a place for the dog poop.
 
It one big
Ass crack.
Need one
Damn good wiper.
Not no
green way diaper.
It all fucked up,
One big
asphalt viper.
 
Boston suffered a wound,
And we bronzed the scar.
It may be loathsome on foot,
But you'll love it by car.
 
I had written a waggish poem
bout a greenway some think vital,
which got me sent to the "poetry page"
like a lesbian suicidal.
 
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A REVISIONIST HISTORY (21st Century edition)

Where once Scollay had hosted lost souls,
The great Kallmann, McKinnell and Knowles
Erected a pile domineering
In a style pioneering
That sent Boston post-haste into shoals.

They did it so they would be famous,
Thy did it with lots of cachet;
They appealed to that old ignoramus
Who went by the moniker, Pei.

Behind Collins, the mayor, stood layer on layer
Of bureaucrats toeing the mark
And since hizzoner craved vogue, they deferred to Ed Logue,
Whose bite they feared more than his bark.

They cowered and cringed; they fawned, flattered and folded;
They bootlicked, and groveled, and spoke;
They brown-nosed and pandered (by Gans they?d be slandered.)
Though they hated the building, they broke.

So where dread Scollay had hosted lost souls,
The great Kallmann, McKinnell and Knowles
Won a prize and got famous
From that old ignoramus
Who sent Boston post-haste into shoals.
 
Haiku:

"Hub of Universe"
Philistinic NIMBYs prate
What Athens is this?
 
Good God, Ablarc....Ed Logue? You must've been in town since they baked the first bean.
 
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