Pages, sewn together with cotton
Not stapled or glued
Could I be so so careful
He doesn’t park the car too well
And his lady-friend she tells him
He shrugs, it’s obviously not his fault
Anyway, by now, he can taste the hops
As he thinks to slake his thirst
With a great big pint of blonde beer
A regular, or so it seems, takes the last space
Close up against the horse box -
Some folks just do not stand on ceremony
I myself am still trying to be creative
But, with only a car park for inspiration
What are my options, realistically
