No Parking

I got bit today by a predictor
made mistake, thought she was nice
talked to me every time I parked
but her heart was as cold as ice.

Slapped a ticket to my windscreen
a big yellow square bold as brass
what’s the meaning of this, I asked
“not displayed your blue badge,” said the lass.

But she knows me, we converse all the time
exchange pleasantries as I hobble past
I was fooled, a wolf in sheep’s clothing
now she thinks; got you at last.

She sees my badge all the time, on the dash
I park there every morn and afternoon
she knows I have the right to yellow lines
but hoped I’d forget one day soon.

I took her for a vegetarian
A meek and mild to the core
I didn’t know she’d pounce so hard
I didn’t know she was a carnivore.

© D Marsden 2019

Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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