Film Pluvieux
In Hollywood, in black & white,
The private eyes came out at night –
And always, it had rained that day,
To douse the streets in glossy light.
The blacks were black and never grey,
Just like the hearts of dames who slay,
On lonely streets so gloomy-bright,
Where P.I.s drink the dry away.
Rhyming Couplets 