THE MOTORIST’S DILEMMA.

Shannon News, 6 May 1924, Page 4

THE MOTORIST’S DILEMMA.

By BERTON BKALEY. It was a AVeary Motorist Who stoppeth one of three: / "I have a grisly talc to tell, I prithee, list to, mo:

"Four days ago I drove to town And on the street did stop, •Ye cannot park that Avaggon here, Drive o.n!’ so spake the' Cop.

“And then I sought another space Where there seemed room to spare; ‘Drive on, drive on!’ Ye Copper quoth, •Ye cannot park it there.’

“I needed shelter and a shave; Ye night was growing dark, But though to park my boat'l’d crave, ■ No one! would let me park.

"I tried ye narrow streets and wide, For mafny hours I’d ridden, But ever'l would find a sign .. •HEItE PARKING IS FORBIDDEN.’

“I even tried ye graveyard one, When, sudden did appear A ghost from out a vault who said, ‘Ye caiiuot park it here.’

••Four weary hours I’ve driven ’round Within this benzine ark. My strength is getting very low, For everywhere in town 1 go They will not lot me park,”

A truffle Cop approached the group, His aspect bleak and dread, "Ye’re blockin’ tragic on thestreet,' Ye can’t park here,” he said. Then oft ye dock the Motorist Propelled his dusty flivver. They fished him out, all blue and cold With all his bones ashiver; And'then the Cop arrested him For parking in the river!