I wrote one to my
Council, yep, I’ve got a bitch
I just need to scratch,
the place where I got an itch
I live down a
back lane, that runs up to the street
But when I ride
or drive up there, I can’t see a peep
I ride up a small
rise, and when I get to the top
There’s cars
parked on my right, it’s my view that they stop
I have to nose
out so I can see what approaches
But when I do
that, into their path Roxy encroaches
My front end
sticks out like Dolly’s best parts
To the driver’s
who approach, the abuse it soon starts
As I come from
no-where for a quick Captain Cook
To see if it’s
safe to go out, a quick peek I took
What else can
I do, to avoid the collision
I have to inch
slowly out, just to better my vision
By the time I see
clearly, I’m almost all the way out
I'm so badly exposed, drivers' whine and then shout
So I wrote to the
Council, I was all of a stutter
I asked them to
curb, those who park in the gutter
Their response
was expected, clearly too hard a task
“If we make the
streets wide, then they’ll all drive too fast”
Oh, I get your
logic, but so many would not
For safety's sake they can park, best comeback you got
I’m going to take
photos to record the impasse
And if I have a
prang, I’ll be suing their arse
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