Here is a poem I wrote for Qurator's Monday Missions competition.
This week's topic was Traffic.
I hope you like it, feel free to comment and make suggestions.
It is almost eleven and I can't sleep,
Why doesn't it even help when I try to count sheep?
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The alarm goes off and it's half-past five,
It is almost time to go to the beehive.
The car won't start, it is -17 degrees,
I just hope that I have enough antifreeze.
Off I go and here I come,
Another day to overcome.
Just 10 mins in and I have to stop,
They are painting the crosswalks by the coffee shop.
Five cars in front of me and ten cars behind,
Why paint them now, are you out of your mind?
The work is finally done and so is my car,
I should have a go at it with my crowbar.
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People are angry because I created a jam,
Two students shout at me, they are late for their exam.
I will give you a push if you give me a ride,
I will take you anywhere, I almost cried.
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A fisherman and not a quiet one,
I sensed a funny smell and then it began.
He said smile a little, don't be so uptight,
I almost cursed but I stayed polite.
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The traffic suddenly stops due to an arriving train,
My passenger's stories are giving me chest pain.
The train is slower than it ever was,
If I push this guy out of my car would they have probable cause?
The ramp raises and we drive downhill,
He tells me how he caught the biggest fish down by the watermill.
"It is not far to go, just by your right,
Don't try to fish for tuna, those bastards won't bite.
"Did I tell you about the time when I almost caught a shark?
It was back in the days when I was fishing in Denmark".
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Just before the turn, the cars begin driving in slow motion,
A shepherd with his sheep has created a lot of commotion.
It is mayhem on the street with no police in sight,
The sheep are scared of my bright headlight.
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Finally, it is over and I can drop off my friend,
What he said next is hard for me to comprehend.
"This has been fun and my name is Glen,
Tell me, when can I see you again"?
"Here is my card, give me a call,
Maybe one day we can watch some basketball".
I am back on the road racing towards work,
Something ahead sounded like firework.
We stop again, there is another jam,
Two bull deer are fighting and their horns go bam.
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I hate this place and I really should move,
But I know that my girlfriend will disapprove.
I have a headache and I am 20 minutes late for work,
How do I explain this to my boss, the jerk?
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