Parking in Fletching lowers your IQ

This a poem I wrote about my old village.
I used to play a game called.
Look at the way this Wazzock has parked.

Pass through the village of Fletching
and sightsee the land marks
You have to pass through the village
Cos you can never bloody park

And if you do find a rare car space
Please remember not to care
Double parking with no room
Seems something you should share

If visiting the village Tavern
Walking far can be a blast

Just park up on the pavement
leaving zero room to pass

That warning sign that says 'Don't park;
is only there for show
Just plop your car right next to it
and now you are good to go

Do not get into spats with locals
Just nod your head and grunt
They only repeat themselves
 Shouting 'learn to park you c..t;

Make sure to only leave a fraction
An inch would really do
So when an emergency truck does pass
They will not shout at you

And if they do. The bloody cheek!
Don't engage in that chit chat
There wasn't any warning signs
To say don't park like a total TWAT