The Verse Responder is in epic form today. Here’s some poetry about parking.

PARKING RAGE

As legal curb cuts multiply

Like rabbits on a rabbity high

The question crops up everywhere

Why cars are nonetheless parked THERE–

Next to the cut, out on the street,

Where drivers’ ire and outrage meet.

I’m not allowed to do it; nor you;

So why’s that car (ticket-free) in view?

Ask any cop or brownie the reason

Behind the auto silly season,

He’ll tell you man to man, or woman,

If he’s a dedicated trueman,

A summons follows a complaint

But if none is phoned in, then it ain’t.

So why’s the curb cutter not on the horn?

Because he needn’t swallow a thorn–

The vehicle plopped in front of his house

Is his second car, the parking louse.

The law permits him to double-dip,

An oddity that could make one flip:.

If a spot’s off-limits to you and me,

Curb Cutter, it should be off-limits to thee.