Humour:Ode To Carparks

An Illustrated Ode To Car Parks

by Margaret Gillings, 1999

We seek the very best hotels The ones that boast five stars But let's admit of most import Is the place we park our cars
They must be paved in blackest pitch Away from the common flock With room to miss the garden beds When turning on full lock
No trees which shower leaves or gum To mar our paintwork's sheen And no complaints about the oil That shows where our Ghost's been
But more than this our special need Is an outdoor meeting spot Where we can chat and argue Should we double-declutch or not?
Now look at Lach and Kerry In the carpark Canberra boasts Getting funds for the Flying Doctor From folks who viewed the Ghosts
And Chairman Mal at Peppers Wearing gloves so pristine white As he adjusts his whittle belt (It has to be just right!)
In far away Northampton John Milvo spends the day Preparing for the Concours (A Blue will come his way)
At the Braidwood town museum While we all go inside Simon, Rob and Byron find The spark plug gap's too wide
Were Jim and Keith not speaking? Can these friends have fallen out? No! Each was focused on the job That's what Ghosting's all about
Our English friends in Broken Hill Were getting high then higher How many Rolls-Royce owners Does it take to change a tyre?
At end of day in Dubbo Three friends from different lands Relect on life's sweet mysteries With beer cans in their hands.