Passing Thoughts

The escalator was designed (At least the one I have in mind) So there is room on every stair For two of average size to share. But really, what’s become the norm, To which most people do conform, Is those who’re standing on the right Remain in place, to be polite. The left side, thus, is saved for those Who need to pass, for I suppose They’re in a rush or did surmise That they could use the exercise. Most people do observe this rule But some do not, which isn’t cool And yesterday, two friends, both large, Stood side by side, like, “We’re in charge.” This escalator’s very steep Yet no one made the slightest peep, Intimidated by an ass Whose bulk implied, “You may not pass!” I, too, rode up and didn’t move; I’d hoped that someone else would prove That there are those who have the guts To not be frightened by big butts.