Ode To a Traffic Cone

Oh noble cone, knight fluorescent. Rooted, proud and irridescent Soldier, friend, stalwart defender, Stood firm betwixt chaos and fender. Your pedestal, foursquare foundation. Beacon bold stood at your station. The wizard's hat sent to protect. Calm, aloof and circumspect. A cone, a clone, in columns prudent. The holy grail of drunken student. So we salute you pointy friend, our angel to the journey's end. Magnificent, little band of brothers. No thought for self, only others. So much more than shimmering plastic, you are the one true light fantastic.