Loading Zone Poem by Allan James Saywell

What is that white paper
On your windscreen
The one that says
This is your first
This is your last warning
You have parked your dirty old car
In my loading zone
So I have sooted all of your car
With a filthy greasy dust
From my street cleaning truck
I could have towed you away
So be thankful for a small mercy
So when you drive away
Sing how much is that dog in the window
The one with the waggy little tail