Entries in Parking Meter Poetry (43)
While No One Was Looking They Jacked Up The Meter, Peter
In Washington they've gone too far
cheating meters to park your car.
"Enough, enough," the meters say.
If you had your way we'd get no pay."
"Strike, strike," the meters shout.
"It's time we got, not do without.
We want more money, yes it's true
now load it before we ticket you."
Tonight's 43rd-- the Richard Petty Edition-- of Parking Meter Poetry was made possible by the Goodspeed Update. Okay, not really but Rob did inspire the poem.
Billy
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PrintNo Matter Where You Go You Park And There You Are
Paid parking, free poems,
yes that's just the way.
You pay for parking
but the poet's not paid.
I leave you my verse
to hang from this pole.
Paid parking, free poems,
the world has no soul.
And so it is, the poem that started parking meter poetry continues its rhyme as the meter winds down on the poet. May I get some change for the meter, please?
Parking Meters Rule The World
Today's Parking Meter Poem is made possible with support from StreetPlanes.com, selling the world's best gasoline powered and electric powered motorized bicycles, mopeds and scooters. Think 200 Miles Per Gallon and you're thinking StreetPlanes.
Feed me, feed me,
you know I must eat too
for if you don't the meter maid
will come and ticket you.
A Parking Meter Falls In Love
Yes, Jo Ann, parking meters do talk to me. They tell me parking meter poems and I write them down. Why just yesterday a parking meter whispered into my ear:
Here I sit waiting atop of my pole.
You think I've no feelings, think I've no soul.
Please don't ignore me, don't turn, walk away
'cause it's only for you I'm waiting today.
How could I not listen to such an impassioned plea for love? Why not hug a lonely parking meter today?
Did You Remember Change For The Meter?
This morning's Parking Meter Poem has not been made possible with the help of David Hoggard. Or was it?
I just stand here waiting
on top of this pole--
don't have any pride,
don't have any soul
but I'll get your money
just you wait and see--
the price you must pay
for parking by me.
Billy Channels Parking Meters?
Park in the bushes, park in the yard,
park on your doorstep,
it's your house, your car
but when you park downtown
you park as I say.
Feed me your change
and have a nice day.
Could it really be true that Billy has the power of ESP and is able to channel poetry written by parking meters? Or is he off his medication again?
Scantily Clad Parking Meters, Oh My!
"You know you adore me," the meter replied.
"I can tell you are dying to see what I hide.
But just you forget it, I'll not give it up.
Just give me your money and think that enough."
Today's parking meter poem was made possible by Greensboro Hardware where parking is never a problem.
Parking Meters Complain: Adding Insult To Injury
Please don't leave it there.
Chained to me I cannot see
and just don't think it fair.
It's bad enough you need not pay,
you add insult to injury.
There you go walking off
your two wheels chained to me.
But it's not my job!
Ever talked to a parking meter? Billy does it all the time and records their replies as the world's first and only parking meter poet. And to think, you thought he made this stuff up.
In The Beginning God Created The Parking Meter
Parking Meters Rule!
In OK City, the year '35
the first of our kind
stood upright, alive.
From there we spread
to where flags, they unfurl
and before you know it
we'll rule the world!
Today's Poem A La Parking Meter has been made possible by Greensboro Video & DVD.
You Are Where You Park
When I meet a new parking meter I don't frown. Instead, I listen to them and in return these parking meters give me parking meter poetry so that I can share it with you here at BloggingPoet.com. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Cha-ching, cha-ching, oh hear the ring
your coins you put in my slot.
I've got friends at city hall
and they like me a lot.
But I'm for equal opportunity,
you see, they must pay too.
So put your coins there in my slot
'cause it's the right thing to do....
