Ode to Another Parking Ticket

I should been forewarned.
Four spaces to be had.
But there it was so plain:
“No parking Wednesday!” it said.

“Ha! It’s Friday,” I thought.
“The suckers don’t read.
How nice to have such space,
for once no need to squeeze.”

What’s that? A white rectangle?
Stuck under the wipers!
“Posted!” the ticket said.
Those evil parking vipers.

“They’re wrong!” I thought with glee.
And went to find a witness.
“It’s street cleaning” they said.
“F———! am I a lameass.”

Cuz this was all my fault.
Suckered by this place.
And once again I learn.
There’s no free parking space.

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