30th June 2022
Time and again, these days…
Into our unstaffed National Trust car park they come barging:
The super-smug SUVs, many of them so high and haughty
On tyres nearly the size of an airliner’s.
Porsches, big BMWs, Mercs, even Maseratis –
Often engined up to airliner thirst, indeed.
With tarmac-tearing impatience they haul about
To halt straddling two bays.
Down step the overgroomed driver and companion:
Usually it’s only a couple
But possibly there are also designer outfit brats;
If a dog as well, usually badly trained and unrestrained.
Once fully accessorised, Italian leather and linen, they’re off,
With the nose-up strut of models in magazines:
For them, the parking machine
Is something never seen.
Because, they deem,
– Being so rich, they must be right –
They are, no two ways about it,
Too posh to pay.
© Christopher Jessop 2022
