The Car Wash
They say it’s all happening at the zoo.
I can’t say that is totally true.
It’s happening at the car wash too.
There is so much there to see and do.
The water sprays out and soaks the car.
You’re not moving, but stay where you are.
Next, big brushes scrub car and wheels.
Soap is sprayed on and makes it squeal.
Then, here comes the water again.
Sprays all clean beginning to end.
Then some wax is sprayed on.
Then, just like that, it is gone.
You’re moved forward into a blast of air.
It dries your car with time to spare.
All of this takes minimal time.
Quicker than this poem can rhyme.
Off you go with a shinny clean car.
No doubt, it will rain before you get far.
————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)