Could I get a lift ... to New York City? World file
Your logo here ... anything for a price. World file
Well, the city of Tulsa has survived another season of motorcycle parades to bring in donated toys for the poor kids.
These Santas are grimy and gnarly,
They smell of strong hops and of barley,
The roar down the highways,
And close down the byways,
Just so they can show off their Harleys.
A note to would-be armed robbers: You might want to make your take-out orders somewhere other than the Tulsa IHOP:
Some guy tried to hold up an IHOP,
But the folks put his plan to a full stop,
They wrested his gun,
And when they were done,
They called in an order for real cops.
The City Council says it isn’t ready to accept donated money to pay for the mayor’s travel, meaning the mayor is left holding the bag for his own expenses:
The Council has left Dewey grounded,
His traveling fund is unfounded,
His wings are now clipped,
His walking shoes stripped,
The City Hall walls have him bounded.
Meanwhile, some City Council members want to raise money by selling advertising space on everything from the city’s trash trucks to the parks:
A billboard atop City Hall,
And one for the zoo, 10 feet tall,
We’ll sell naming rights,
For all city sites,
And put logos on bathroom stalls.
