Oh to be late,
is not always great.
Except for the fate,
Of the great parking lot debate.
Hundreds of parents,
arrive right on time,
where they park so close,
there might be enough room for a dime.
They sit in the car circle,
and wave to their chicklets
and continue to wait, and take up space,
like complete dimwits.
Now, I have my theory
And it's a good one for me.
The line up of cars and stunned parkers have left,
And it's clear sailing for me.
Look at the clock, it's 3:04.
Time to jump in my truck, and lock the front door.
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