Parking lot perplexity
Returning from shopping, to lot where cars flocked,
I click the remote, but my car door stays locked.
I push it again, and a third time, in pique;
Never miss a local story.
“Confounded remote!” I now curse with a shriek.
“The gizmo is broken! The battery’s dead!”
But then comes a stranger, who, walking ahead,
In nonchalant fashion now opens the door
And gets in the car; the ignition will roar;
Then out of the parking space, driving afar.
It finally dawns — why, that wasn’t my car!