Some basic skills I
do not got
At some simple stuff I really rot
Parallel parking's one of those
This is how it always goes
I find a spot that's larger than life
And gear up for inordinate stress and strife
Toward the curb I steer the car
But from the curb I am far, far, far, far
I climb back in and steer some more
Closer I must be, I'm fairly sure
Oops, I hit it, bumpity bump
And feeling like a stupid chump
I check around hoping no one's looking
And climb back out to see what's cooking
On the sidewalk my back tire sits
I conclude yet again that parking's the pits
If the tire's not flat I give up and drive away
And say to myself that at home I should stay
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