Readers will remember the poems about driving in Cyprus. Since we have started to drive here in the UK, we have found the roads choked with traffic!
T r a f f i c !
Images are really graphic
Man in front, he picks his nose
Passenger with painted toes!
Tiny baby loudly wailing
Flicking ash or on the phone (In the UK?)
Bound to make this driver groan!
Music booming (Street “entertainment”!)
Lady, hair she’s slowly grooming
In the mirror, will it crack?
‘Like to get her beauty back?
Children snoring (School holidays!!)
Crawling on is really boring
Bobbing dog on parcel shelf (“Hello, Churchill!”)
Driving: “Damages your health!”
Necks we’re craning
“Bloody ‘eck, I think it’s raining!” (Oh Dear, more Northern “speak”!)
County needs it, ‘been so hot
Sticky weather: “Really grot!” (Southern “speak”?)
Traffic jams to no one’s liking?
Hanging from a large balloon
Heading for the harvest moon?
Snapping shots, they all are graphic!
Twenty minutes, road is clear
Hear a loud, resounding CHEER! X X