Comments Inbox
| |
About This Poem
Park The Car
Her love was a parking garage kiosk
Take your ticket when you enter
The money saved is legal tender
Places money in the slot
Park the car in open spot
Her love was a parking garage kiosk
Promptly throws her arms around him
Said she'd never ,ever liked him
Plants a kiss right on the lips
As she's going leaves a tip
Her love's a parking garage kiosk
It's a different story different man
The miners gold is in the pan
Mounts with fury and with ease
Makes a slush fund if you please
Kiosk
Drive the car and the yellow mustang
Go to the moon and drink some Tang
She feels no guilt or no sorrow
Pays the ticket we"ll meet tomorrow
Park the car
|
|
|