Enumclaw development: a poem

Little boxes, little boxes / And they all look just the same.

Little boxes on the farmland

And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky

Little boxes, little boxes

And they all look just the same.

There’a a beige one and a beige one

And there’s even a gray one

Little boxes, little boxes

And they all look just the same.

Just observing what the developers are doing to Enumclaw and I think it’s disgusting.

Randall Thomasson

Enumclaw