The week in verse: Gridlock
On average we waste five days of our lives stuck in traffic jams...
A traffic jam in Britain
Gridlock
It’s red for stop and green for go
A life lived slow in contraflow
As apoplectic through the cones
We vent our spleen on hands-free phones “Held up in traffic.
No idea!
The information wasn’t clear
At this rate I’ll be home next year
Don’t hold dinner for me, dear.”
On every lovely dale and hill D
elays are possible until... completion of some roundabout
Or someone pulls their finger out
Come friendly cones let’s hold up Slough
The heavy plants are crossing now
But due to roadworks do allow
The average speeds for horse and plough
And then in town, the same again
Another broken water main
Or school-run Mum is being a pain
Parked up in the cycle lane,
Scrabbling in a biscuit tin and strapping little Hugo in.
She has 4-wheel frozen smile
It takes an hour to drive a mile
With little likely to improve
Green for go – but do not move.