Saturday 22 October 2011 1.21pm
From John Hyde of Chellaston...
Vile Knave, thou standest pen in hand,
And eye my vehicle, I do not understand,
How can it be in parking overdue
When I was gone but a single minute or two?
these yellow lines are barely even dry
Hast some sorcerer flew down from the sky
And, seeing my trusty four by four,
You stick a ticket on my drivers door..
What pleasure, Imp, derives from tickets written
When, by council Tax I'm doubly bitten?
Thou whining protest that thou hast a job
Maketh my mind reel, my wallet turneth blue.
Thou lurkest and soon others learn their fate,
Oft struck like lightning so short the wait,
Gross villein in local sheriff's pay,
Has marred the sun sun from this, so far, glorious day!
Ah the humour of it, had to be a great guy when paying a sixty pound fine, had me in stitches reading it...