Okay, so I'm procrastinating. But there is one thing that I must speak about and that is street sweepers. I'm not kidding, our street gets sweeped at least once a week. I mean, don't get me wrong, it is really sweet to have a freshly sweeped street, but don't you think it's a little excessive? Don't you think maybe our tax dollars could be put to better use? I just realized that this rhymes like a poem. Here, I'll write it in a poem for you.
of which I must speak:
sweapers sweep my street
once a week
It's really sweet to be freshly sweeped
but don't you think
it's a little excessive?
Yeaht, that's how I roll. Totally procrastinating, right?