Parking Driving Yes Papa

Parking ! Driving !!

Dinesh K Kapila

To all

Residents and Tenants

Parents and Grandparents

Uncles and Aunties

Youngsters and Teenagers

(It’s on Johnny Jahnny )

Beta Beti

Yes Papa

Park the car in the driveway

Yes Papa

Sweetheart Sweetheart

Yes darling

Once the driveway is swept

Get the cars in

Ok sweetheart

Papa Papa

Yes Bete

Cement the berms

We can park there

Let me think my Bete

No Papa

Let’s please do it

And Bete Bete

Yes Papa

The internal roads are no runway

Take it easy when driving up or in,

Come on Papa

No really Bete

No final burst of speed

And not on full beams at night

Got it Papa

Slow at the crossings

Slow at the corners

Slow when kids and oldies are there

Yes Papa

And mom darling

no parking right on the corners

Do keep some distance

I will

My sweet sweet kiddos !!

Bye for now

Yes Papa !

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