Aug 12, 2017

Feathers And All

Today's Parking Meter Poem is made possible with support from worn out tires and bad brakes. (It's complicated, don't ask...)

You Can't Park There

This is insulting,
shoo 'way you old bird!
Don't crap on my head.
I don't like your turds.
You don't have no pockets
so you can't leave no change.
Stop parking up there!
I'm getting deranged!

Inspired by the picture, King Of The Parking Meter by Catnapping.