Erik Loomis unintentionally reminded me that I stopped in Winlock a while ago, a miserable little town that I feel guilty about poking fun at, especially since everyone I met there there was very nice, helpful, and accommodating. 3, 2, 1... Guilt's over!
Sing to me of Winlock's charms,
The SPACE FOR LEASE at NorthEast First,
The chirping of the car alarms,
The Coffee Bus with chicken cursed.
The thrift stores sell the choicest bits
Of what your neighbour sold at last,
You may now find him ogling tits,
As Jell-O Wrestling's not yet passed.
But hold! We see a festival!
Where queens shine bright as if in nova!
Perhaps they'll play some Esquivel,
At this carnival of ova.
Coronations at schools high,
Parading soon so don't be late,
Free egg sandwiches to try,
For the not-yet satiate.
And what's this reaching to the sky?
A monument to salmonella?
You know that egg's just not that big
To a certain sort of fella.