PARKING

 

As the bus I was travelling on slowed down on the A6, I noticed a sign outside an antique dealers shop which read “Antique Customer Parking” with an arrow pointing to the back of the shop. It just begged to be developed into a poem, and this is it, for your delectation! - - -

 

That sign read “Antique Customer Parking”

With an arrow to say

Park your cars down this way…..

 

Well! – I wondered what criteria

They used: would I feel inferior

If I was ‘shown the door’

If I’m just sixty-four?

 

Perhaps I have to be

At least age ninety-three?

 

Perhaps the parking space is filled

With old-style cars they used to build,

Like Wolseleys, Rileys, I believe,

And cars they drove in ‘Genevieve’?

Their drivers, wearing gloves and tweeds;

Their passengers, in silks and beads

 

Ah well! There simply is no gain

In thus tormenting my poor brain,

Lest I should, pondering, go insane:

A mystery let that sign remain

 

But even so, it gave my day

Many a chuckle on my way…..