Nipton California

There's a place down California way Where I once perchance did stay In a tent with cheap rent Next to the trains making hay Whilst cimbing the grade to Las Vegas And beyond that land of lost wages. With city goods. "Must buy" shoulds. (The marketing cry for all ages.) To say Nipton, the town, was a ghost, Would surely not be a boast. Nipton needed a boost, Not unlike getting goosed, Or Nipton soon would be toast. Enter the much-maligned weed, Some folks hate and some need. Cannabis. Hit 'n miss, But good to the very last seed. The little old town of Nipton Is now in a leveraged position. Bought by a Pot Company who ought Make a fortune from its acquisition. Los Angeles is just down the hill. Uphill's the city of thrills, (Where what happens stays, While unleashed people plays) Will folks zero in for the kill? On Nipton, the once defunct town, Now wearing the "smoke-it-here' gown? Get high here! Never fear. Marijuana's now legal, don't frown. Btw, if you choose to partake, And a trip to Nipton you take, Bring some ear plugs. Those choo-chooey chugs Will give you a major headache.