There once were two stores named Lucky.
When Albertson's came they were sucky.
The prices were high,
I said bye-bye.
Now Lucky is back and that's ducky.

That's marvelous!

Let me try...

There once was a town with a river,
The nights were so cold you would shiver.
The gangs came to town,
Brought everything down,
And now I can't stand to live 'ere.

...and this happened in Petaluma, LOL:

She frowned and called him Mr.
Because in sport he kr.
And so in spite
That very nite
This Mr. kr. sr.

All over Petaluma:

There once were abandoned carts,
They came from the various marts,
They're red and they're blue,
Gang colors, it's true,
In the creeks there are mostly cart's parts.

The council decided to buy it.
Put the roads on a one-lane diet.
But traffic got worse,
The drivers would curse,
Took shortcuts not wanting to try it.

OK, here's mine: (from my crystal ball)

The year was Two-Thousand Ten,
Petaluma was at it again,
Took the roads off the diet
They were causing a riot,
So back to four lanes, AMEN!

ahhhh, thank you very much....

At Casa we went to play bingo,
But I didn't know the lingo,
My numbers were called,
But my cranium stalled,
No winnings and now I feel dingo.


(Support bingo -- for our local schools! Maybe your luck will be better than mine)

City Council yes they voted,
and so it was duly noted,
Mr. John Brown
from Oregon came down,
but whoops! salary bloated!


P.S. Isn't that more than the salary of the President of the United States? Hmmmmm....

A man who lives on the west side,
Believes that is the best side,
His attitude is wrong,
Let's just get along,
Petaluma should all be one side.

Peace & love!

There once was a sweet candy store,
On Western but it is no more,
The new store's for smoking,
You've got to be joking!
It's causing somewhat of a roar.

There once was a man named Zuma
Who tried to pet a big luma
But he failed like a coma
You can pet a big llama
But you can never pet a luma

There once was a man named Simpson
Who frequently turned quite crimson
The painted graffiti
Made him sit on his seaty
And write blog after blog and then some

There once was a cruise of old cars,
Along with some has-been film stars.
They shut down the street,
It was really quite neat,
The cars almost outnumbered the bars.

there once was a jr. high school,
right by the community pool,
they tore it down,
built a new one cross town,
heaters don't work, how cool.

Petaluma turns one hundred fifty,
The party will be quite nifty.
Let's break into song
We should all get along
Time passes by all too swiftly