Queues, cones and chaos
The three ‘c’s’ of traffic jams
Holding up a journey
As roads are over crammed
Halting all the vehicles
In automated blocks
With tempers flaying frustrated
Losing minutes off the clock
But that’s the way it falters
In rush hours general rule
As infrastructure battles when
The kids go back to school
A state of sheer confusion
Lacking order; disarray
Confudlement and clutter
A jumbled kind of way
Turmoil and a maelstrom
Deranged untidiness
Now time to clear this hodgepodge
And sort out all this mess!
Mess and chaos
Clutter, jumble
Botch and debris
Every which way
Mayhem, mishmash
Turmoil, shambles
Muddle, eyesore
Such disarray
Time to tidy
Sort the bedlam
Time to clean and
Get a plan
Time for order
Trim and tidy
Spruce and straighten
Spick and span
Sleek and chipper
Scrub and wash up
Dust, iron, polish
Neat as a pin
Housework frenzy
Constant battle
Surrender fast
You just can’t win!
I believe there is a traffic god
An adverse guru of the roads
An all-watching observant being
Who delights when we explode
At the mass of vehicular congestion
That snarls up and moves so slow
Disrupting any previous suggestion
That the roads would smoothly flow.
This highway master and authority
I swear takes great delight
When we’re in a rush with little time
Knowing that we’ve left it tight
For by some sadistic fate or irony
The roads then become so chock a blocked
From shed lorries loads and escaped cows
To queues backing up gridlocked.
But wait! For with boggling obsession
Ensnaring drivers mind
We slow down our pace still further
To rubber neck in kind
But why we ask in wonder
Do we feel the need to stare
Causing yet another jam
That shouldn’t really now be there!
The reason is so simple
It’s not found in our psychology
But in this truth, the traffic god
Likes ‘jam’ and bread for tea!
And so to satiate his hunger
He conjures preserves that he’ll adore
Especially on Fridays
With traffic jams galore!
Ginz&Tonic 