Happy Shiny Parking Meters
I'm tarnished, bent, there's sometimes rust.
Once a year, the city paints and dusts.
Then the bikers come on steel steeds to roam
and I'm thinking, Why can't I be chromed?
Alas, the Saga of the Lowly Parking Meters continues... Why? Because,
like your lowly scribe, they too have a voice few want to hear and even
fewer will ever know.
Stay tuned next time when a parking meter says.....What, you really think parking meters talk to me? You must be loony tunes.