I know we all must do with less

Because the times are tough

But when it comes to parking

I’ve been down sized quite enough

For now behind the Liquor Store

They’re forcing us to squeeze

Like coins in slots, in narrow spots

Where once we parked with ease

So even though your car is one

That modesty defines

If it came not from Lilliput

It won’t fit in those lines

And if somebody parks too close

While you’re off buying gin

You might be left, though it’s not right

Outside and not within

Now at the risk of sounding

Rather flippant or bizarre

Did no one really know we got

Both in and out the car?