The Good Side
To some, there is a “good side”
When you’re posing for a pic
And people show their “good sides”
Sometimes trying to be slick.
But if somewhere in Manhattan
Is the place from whence you hark
Then you know the “good side” means one thing –
The side where you can park.
For streets are cleaned 6 days a week
On alternating sides
With posted signs reminding us
To move away our rides.
So for an hour and a half
One side of every street
Is free of cars so sweep machines
Can make their work complete.
Most drivers sit inside their cars
Until the sweepers pass
Then quickly move back to their spots
So fines they won’t amass.
You’re lucky, though, if when you park
You snag a “good side” spot
For then a small reprieve, worth more than gold,
Is what you’ve got.
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