Parking Lot Poem

I just realized that it's been a week since I posted anything.  Not much new to report so I thought I would share a poem I originally posted to the Addicted to Limericks page on Facebook.....

I patiently sat while she made up her face

Before backing out of that parking space

She pulled out, I started in

You zipped in ahead with a triumphant grin

The champion of the parking lot race

Yes, I was upset, but I didn’t cry

You must need that parking spot much more than I

But I hope you contract S-T-Ds

Your home is invaded by roaches and fleas

And you watch your pet parakeet curl up and die

May your daughter run off with her boyfriend the pimp

Your son get arrested with a truckload of hemp

May your engine stop working right there in that space

And spill oil and coolant all over the place

And your Viagra quit working leaving you limp

May your mom write a book called My Life as a Whore

Your wife run away with the woman next door
May your teeth all fall out and your gums start to itch
For stealing my spot, you son of a bitch
Now have you had enough, cause I’ve got a lot more