Bollards In the Market Place
On the subject of road works in the Market Place, Devizes, England
Stuff’s happening in the Market Place
To really make folk cuss
Why isn’t there a parking space
And where’s the chuffin’ bus?
The traffic lights are stuck on red
It shouldn’t be like this
Park down Station Road instead?
Here’s something you can kiss
The long drive in from Long Street
Is a journey one may rue
Traffic jam, and save the feet
Or walk, and dodge the poo?
There are barriers by the chip shop
And the road looks really odd
Where can the hungry driver stop
To score a battered cod?
And, catch a bus outside the Bear?
That’s seriously confusing
A pop up pick up bus stop, where?
Change is not amusing
Damn those blokes in hi vis coats
For getting in the way
Some fat cat who got our votes
Has dug up Market Day
Why can’t it happen overnight
Can someone wave a wand
And some strange flowing spell recite
Whilst mooning by the pond?
Disrupted traffic, vain appeals
Bring back Devizes station!
Angry faces mouth at wheels
Expressions of frustration
Call them ruddy roadworks
When the ruddy road ain’t working?
More bollards than a Corn Bin night
(less twerking)
by Gail
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016
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