Twas a rainy day in Seattle,
I would not win the stay-dry battle.
With 3.0 in tow, I still had to go,
To therapy I had to skedaddle.
Oh with your steep streets and hills,
Downtown your history be stills.
Many a step, a ramp don’t bet,
Making strollers hassles not thrills.
Up I went, lifting and tugging,
One man standing, his coffee chugging.
Another walked by, was he shy?
Because no one helped my lugging.
Skip to scene two, now down I go,
When going up, down is next I know.
Three more, men out the door,
This is about to be a shit show.
But then he came out of nowhere
Lady, you need help, stop right there.
A smile, tattoos, wearing no shoes (oh Seattle),
While toting onions in tupperware.