He'd rushed away from the bar;
His client, he knew, wouldn't wait.
His need for a parking space
Was reaching the desperate state.
He raised his gaze toward heaven:
"Lord, find me a parking slot,
And I'll never again drink whiskey,
Not even a single shot."
Then, in the very next instant,
A beautiful space he did find.
Said he with a short glance skyward,
"Lord, I found one. Never mind."
Non-PC "Poke" #6