There in the parking lot were cars, yes, galore,
filling all the spaces and some even more.
Try asI may, no space could I find,
I know I should have walked, and left the darn car behind.
Then all of a sudden, a space became free,
and there in the isle, it was between a little old lady and me.
Chivalry crossed my mind to give her the space,
but man, you should have seen the look, on that little old lady's face.
Like days of old when gunmen stood face to face,
me and her duelled that day, for that one parking space.
With wheels spinning madly, and white rubber to burn,
she doggone captured that space, and it was'nt even her turn.
So out of the car I got and over to her I strode,
and if I'd been on a horse that day, then over I'd have rode.
"Lady," I said firmly, "I don't think that was fun,"
when into her purse quick as a flash, she pulled out a gun.
"You don't think so buddy," she said with a sneer,
"If I was you punk, I'd get your butt right out of here."
So sencing that this lady, was already halfway hot,
I decide to go find myself, another parking lot!