Selling cars, the regulation
Calls for forms for registration;
Phoned: ‘We close at half-past-two;’
Went at two the deed to do.
Woe! The gates were firmly closed –
‘Cept when leaving was proposed –
Guards at gate waved all away,
‘You come back another day.’
I watched everyone comply;
Did I also? No, not I!
My quick temper, when I choose,
I am quite prepared to lose!
Parked my car, and stormed inside
Soon as gates were opened wide
For someone to be let out,
And ignored each outraged shout.
Door of office also closed,
And admittance was opposed
Even to some sorry bloke
Who popped out to have a smoke.
Signs outside, in clearest sight
Said two-thirty time was right;
Kicked the door to have a grouse,
Man said, ‘Thees ees not your house!’
I assured him that it was,
And explained that was because
It was bought with cash from me –
As was paid his salary.
Tried to push my way in; *sigh*
They were stronger than am I;
Stood outside the door and fumed …
Effort seemed completely doomed.
Thought of taking mighty charge
Through that wretched door to barge,
On reflection, that did seem
Just a little bit extreme.*
Then at last came to that door
Someone who knew more the score –
Begged for forms I need to find,
And she said she didn’t mind.
Though still mad, I thus got through
What I had gone there to do;
Men at gate, about to shout,
Took one look – and let me out!**