I intend to resurrect the art of journalistic prose. With a year of crime stats on the adjacent page, this story did not fit in any category. For your consideration, gentle reader:
Naked Shroomer,
In full fight.
On I.V. streets in the night:
What car or SUV
Would dare interrupt thy floppy symmetry?
Tuesday’s Forecast: Poetic whimsy reigns / mushrooms grow.