Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Parking Lot (an observation poem)

Two doors, four doors, some were quite new.
Trucks, vans, SUVs’, just to name a few.

Silver, red, blue, black, or white
Those yellow slanted lines help us park right.

American or foreign made, there may be a tie.
When it’s time to get another, which will you buy?

One car had a deep massive dent that needed repair.
Another had racks on top to store luggage there.

It was interesting to read the many license plates.
The cars had a variety of expiration dates.

Letter combinations were mixed from A-Z.
Most were from Missouri while Illinois had three.

A lot of coming and going there was not.
This ends an observation about the parking lot.

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