Poetry

Stopped Traffic (#610)

Yay, the road’s a parking lot,
Being motionless is fun- NOT!
We came this way to be quick,
Not to sit in some cruel trick,
Precious minutes a total waste,
So much for a little bit of haste,
All this due to construction?
What a fascinating deduction!
That was really it? That was all?
It’s enough to make me squall,
I’ve got better things to do,
Than triggering my brake shoe,
Way too much of the stop and go,
Why can’t the traffic just flow?

Any Thoughts?

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