The Old Miramar sat among rubble
Victim of the real estate bubble.
Rick and Ty and all their peers
Didn’t pay attention, despite our tears.
Ten years later where’s it got us?
Same old place — diff’rent ruckus.
Big empty lot greets our tourists,
Probably just as well for all the purists —
But, the Miramar was quite an attraction,
For many years it gave satisfaction.
Blue roofs, what a sight!
The kidney-shaped pool quite a delight.
Cozy little bar, tucked away inside,
Locals and visitors knew where to hide.
Cabanas and cottages are there no more,
Alas, the outcome we deplore.
She may be gone — but not forgotten
I just think what happened was rotten!
The memory of that time, now out of reach
Lingers like a setting sun off Miramar Beach.
Rail-car diner, down toward the shore
One-of-a-kind, to be seen no more
(Except in Studio City — Carney’s the Name
Has nothing to do with this game.)
Rambling on with no end in sight —
Just like the Miramar — what a plight!