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