Would someone please help me I'm sitting in this car you see It looked exactly like mine But it doesn't belong to me. I got a crowd around me Someone's screaming loud POLICE! All I want is my own car So I can have some peace. Tried to tell them I didn't know I got in the wrong car But everyone's staring at me Thinks I've been drinking in a bar. It's tough having senior moments But a flag will do by far To hang on my antenna So I get in the right car.  They all look alike to me Hundreds of beige ones just like mine Put that flag on my antenna Then I will be just fine. Well I'm heading home now Paying that fine sure made me poor That lady shouldn't have parked her car In front of the drug store's door. Guess I'll peddle my bicycle A cheap one I have found Gotta have transportation Cuz my car is in the pound. © Ginny Bryant Used with permission Please honor author's copyrights by seeking permission before using this poem in any way. To reach author, click on her name above.    Midi playing ~ "Funky Groove" © 1999 David W. Folsom Used with permission website no longer exists Main graphic ~ Stef's Life Works Artist ~ Jody Bergsma Used with permission © 2008 Created exclusively for LED Brought to you by Living Each Day © 2003-present, Adelle North, All Rights Reserved