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Wednesday 13 November 2013

T'was the night before Christmas

The Prankster thanks an anonymous contributor for this poem.

T’was the night before Christmas
And down at The Range
There was no-one around 
And the staff thought it strange

They looked in the car park
No cars to be seen
The place was deserted
The car park was clean

A little old man
Who was passing the door?
Said “They’ve all gone to Wilko’s”
Pay & Display – Know the score

And some gone to Homebase
And some gone online
To EBay and Amazon
They won’t pay a “fine”

They’ll get it by Christmas
And if it’s not right
They’ll parcel it up
And post “overnight”

They won’t have to wait
For three hours to burn
That’s how long you must wait
Before you’re allowed to return

The manager told him
We’ve created this mess
If only we’d listened
Before all this distress

We’ve got lots of trees left
And baubles as well
And other things Christmasey
It’ll be too late to sell

I think our owners eyes
Got bigger than his belly
He bit off more than he could chew
When he picked on Ray Guselli

The moral of the story
If you don’t want your business to die
Be careful when you contract out parking
And don’t use Parking Eye

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