by Carol Smith

Once long ago a city’s King
Declared “A tunnel’s just the thing
To get an unsuspecting town
To tear a useful roadway down”

The wise men said “Let’s retrofit
For with this option we will get
More value for the public’s dough
If through a tunnel we don’t go!”

“Impossible” would say his Grace
While out of his two sided face
He’d whisper to a privileged few
“For then I could not sell the view”

“Besides no project’s worth the price
Without a little sacrifice
And West Seattle’s just the hood
Who for too long has had it good”

So in the end the tale was spun
The road was fixed and then undone
The greedy eyes would buy the view
And in a hole leave me and you!