Letter to Editor: Spurned Skater Rips Mayor ... in Verse

I am writing this short letter, to see what is true
I've waited such a long time, there's nothing else to do
They took away our skate park a long, long time ago
They blamed it on the vandals and said that it must go

Promised us a new one, a better one to boot
Now it's two years later and their pledges now are moot
We heard tales of our honored Mayor and needed parking lot
He managed more parking spaces, the shaft is what we got

Maybe I'm mistaken, perhaps it's all a lie
Show me our new skate park and then I'll say good-bye.
Don't blame it on the weather, hurricane or more
Just try to keep your promises here, on our golden shore

None of us are vandals, criminals or such
All we want is a safe place, that's really not that much
Now we're on streets, cops bravely on our tail
Now build us our damn skatepark, I hope that you don't fail

G. Palmer
Ocean City 

Editor's note: This letter was followed by another query ... also in verse.

Dear Mr. Bergen how are you today?
I wrote a snappy poem and sent it down your way
I am trying to stir some action, about our lost skate park
I was hoping that my tender verse might just hit the mark

The evil Mayor Gilliagan and mighty skipper, too
Stole away our skate park, and promised us a new
Now he has his parking next to his $$$ pier
About our beloved place to skate, he has not shed a tear

Please do not even mention that truly awesome storm
A likely excuse, a bit obtuse, but very, very worn
A promise is a promise at least that's what they say
But not in Ocean City, oh no, not today

I hope Jay will read this and own a little shame
Until it's built, we will not wilt, we will bring the pain
I always hear 'bout the Gillians, they really made this town
Seems to me they got rich, that's a bitch, they really let us down.