Saturday Morning Car Park

The madness of the Saturday morning rush and panic in the car park across the road.

Saturday morning in the street and

  life is pulsing under aussie heat,

people walking in sunrise dawn,

bleary-eyed, a stifled yawn,                  

dogs are trotting by owners’ side

  with tails wagging in doggy pride,

morning papers the daily news,

petrol stations and waiting queues.

 

The weekend gardener in daggy clothes,

irate people with stories woe,         

housewives with trolleys piled and

  little kids are running wild.

Farmers on their weekly shopping trip

  as they await heaven’s drip,

groups of youths start to gather,

loud of voice in revved up clatter.

 

But in the car park it's a mess;

people frantic in summer stress,

cars are going round and round,

that feeling gold when one is found.

Shopping trolleys wayward be                     

  under weight of spending spree,

seeing people and what they bought,

probably way more than they sought.

 

It's summertime and the dam is up,

hampers and esky's to stock up,

with boats, caravans, jet skis too,

stubbies, thongs, the odd tattoo.

Putting a van in car park space with

  vacant parks like a dying race. 

The place is buzzing with weekend crowds

  gathering under rainless clouds.

 

From rim of coffee mug I watch

  lives ruled forever by wristwatch,

the colour, activity in car park scene,

shopping madness getting home a dream.

Our daily entertainment such a lark,

so is our view the Saturday morning car park.

 

 

Reviews

[LKBillips]

Really good rhyming scheme on this one. Very well described. I can see the chaos clearly from your words. Question for you. What are stubbies?

[Richard M]

Thank you for reviewing my poem. I had so much fun writing this one and it came together easier than others. Love watching the chaos too. Lol sorry, should've explained in the notes; Stubbies are a pair of shorts made for guys :)