Mr. Romney and his wife take regular walks around La Jolla, exchanging pleasantries with fellow strollers and occasionally enforcing the law. A young man in town recalled that Mr. Romney confronted him as he smoked marijuana and drank on the beach last summer, demanding that he stop. –The New York Times, on Mitt Romney’s beachfront house in California.


I love the sight of ocean foam

And if I had my druthers

Here’s the place that I’d call home

Along with several others.


Here far from the hoi polloi, a

Man can stretch out and relax

With our own kind in La Jolla

Ann can park her Cadillacs.


To our neighbors–this means you,

The guy with the tattoo. It

Cost us plenty for this view

So kindly don’t walk through it.


And I assume you’ll all adhere

To the law that bans

Smoking pot or drinking beer

Leaving lids off garbage cans


Playing music after dark

Leaving litter on the sand

Riding skateboards in the park

Or same-sex couples holding hands.


And as for all those lovely boys

Who rake and mow and clean yards

Let me recommend the joys

Of checking them for green cards.


Now I’m known for creating jobs

Through private-sector voodoo.

So here’s one for you lazy slobs:

Pick up your dogs’ doo-doo.


In fact for dogs it’s not that hard

And I am living proof

To keep them tied up in your yard

Or on your station-wagon roof.