One, two, three

 

One, two, three

 

One two three, all in a line

A good collection over time,

A gap left for the alleyway

Taking up some precious bays.

 

One huge black metal lump

A showpiece, have you left it dumped?

Hardly go out, seldom used

Want to know, what’s your excuse?

 

Designed to go from A to B

But it sits there for all to see!

Each and every fucking day

Always there, in the way.

 

I think you’ve been a greedy pratt

And others have been a copycat!

Hard to find a decent location

Through my treatment, much frustration.

 

 

Up and down the road we look

Owner of just one logbook

Just one space needed, nearby

But looks like all preoccupied.

 

Outside the house, space often parked on

But you’ll move yours around, you moron!

Ensure you’ve got them all close by

You are so selfish I’m horrified!

 

I Thought you were going to sell

But no, your parking remains parallel.

Nobody owns this bloody road

But three outside or near your abode!

 

It’s made me mad, your thoughtlessness

You’ve shown the most unkindness

Where’s your etiquette and consideration

Why bother, there is no obligation.

 

Copyright

 

Linda Lawrence 16/04/2026