I was walking back from the shops this evening juggling some milk and some bread and the largest umberella known to man and there was a car in my way. On the path. It was some kind of posh make - I made a mental note of exactly what kind, but it wouldn't rhyme with anything so I dismissed it. Anyway, there was a car on the path. And I was in a mood. And it was raining. All of these factors together = Limerick. Damn Straight. I bet the posh car driver regrets it all now...
You do have a very nice car.
And I bet people think you're a star.
But it's just not a laugh
Parking on all the path.
Guess what? You're not some kind of Czar.
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