Oh, Santa Monica Freeway you shine
Like a silvery river a-glitter
With busy folks with so little free time.
But my only task is not to litter.
And to think of things that rhyme with Bridgett
or Jebbo. That’s a name best left at the
beginning of sentences. I’ll fidget
with word order so the end’s Jebbo-free.
A sonnet that celebrates the I-10
And brings Bridgett and Jebbo fame again!
Update on Tuesday, October 24, 2006 at 05:03PM
Now that I look at it, that’s not a sonnet is it? Ha, well, tough shit. That’s what I’ve got for you.
Tiny Cat Pants 
It’s probably the best non-sonnet ever written to honor the dual ID of a raccoon’s tallywhacker bone. I just thought you’d post a poem you liked…I had no idea you’d actually write something for us. Thanks.
Hurray! I hope Jebbo likes it, too.