The reign of the wash

Soggy hands grip the moist cloth tight,

As the two girls in the back slack-off and start to fight.

Moist shorts and cut-off T-shirts,

Soapy cars and couples that flirt.

Yelling loudly at the cars passing by,

Screaming at the old lady's who don't know where they are or why...

The sun flaming down leaving tans and sunburns as he drifts about,

Another car passes leaving the washers in doubt...

But have no fear, the parents are here!!!

They come to give us hope that the drunk will donate instead of buying beer!!!

And now the harsh wet day has come to a close,

You strip of the t-shirt and shorts and say "Couldn't wait to get off those!!!"

This poem was stupidly dedicated to all who came to the carwash on Saturday, the 8th of July, 2006. May ye all be remembered for your stupidity, and the ability to eat lots of cici's pizza. Thank you, and good day.