He lurks in the darkest shadows
Pen and pad in hand
Eyes fixed intently
On the sweeping minute hand
Then like an eagle striking
He fixes on his prey
His pen a blur of motion
As the ticket then is made
I come on the run
In hopes to save the day
But the tickets now upon the screen
And there it has to stay
I gaze into his merciless eyes
And make my pointless plea
You clearly saw me coming
So why must it be me
Tough luck friend you had the chance
But you broke the parking law
You were five seconds to late
When you reached the drivers door