They called him Lawrence of Neasden
And he dressed in Khaki shorts
And he always rode a camel
Which he kept in his car port
Oblivious to the glances
Of the people passing by
He solemnly rode his mount
And he always wore a tie
He knew he had a mission
Was ready for the call
Though quite what it was
He’d really no idea at all
So he kept himself in condition
Led a blameless model life
Denied himself the joys
Of a family and a wife
When the human race required it
He was primed and ready to serve
You could see in his steely glance
He was a man of drive and nerve
And the people could sleep soundly
Even though they didn’t really know
Come hell or high water
Lawrence was ready to go
A darling miniature dragon is living on my big toe.
He has built a community, and it has a glow.
He’s readying a car port and a landing pad now.
I’m fascinated in spite of my giant ouch-y ow!
I can almost see the skyscraper he’s erected.
He nailed it in hard, as I had kind of expected.
Even with my magnifiers I can barely see
That little purple dragon as he waves cheerily to me.
Do you have a name? I yell as I am much higher.
OUCH! He talks in a foreign tongue with a bunch of fire.
I cannot bathe now, for it would not be polite I guess.
Cute little dragon has a wife who has come to share his nest.
"17TH STREET"
the woman in the glasses
the interracial couple
the fat broad with the dog
the family who ignored the cops
the Jewish church
who hates sharing it's parking
the empty car port
the trash can
with spray painted letters
the homeless
the mattress that
never made it to the dump and the
noiseless
and the actress who acts
who has me dying of laughter
By: Chicano Eddie
8-09-2016
I've had a few car ports in my time,
Where I'd regularly park my car.
My car would fit each perfectly,
Then I'd smoke a long cigar.
All car ports were slightly different,
With no two quite the same.
I'd drive deftly, steering into each,
I'd steady, line up and aim.
Some car ports were overgrown,
With plants and weeds and grass.
Whilst others were mowed to the ground,
And washed to a shiny glass.
And each car port had a light switch to find,
Somewhere in the dark.
Sometimes I'd find it, sometimes not,
Either way I had to park.
I've had a few car ports in my day,
They've all been a beautiful sight.
I can't wait till I get home again,
And park there for the night.