ROAD OUT OF ORDER
Day after day, week after week,
When rush hour traffic’s at its peak,
I’ve had to sit and wait and wait,
Knowing that once more I’d be late
It started with a water main.
They mended it – it burst again
And cut off electricity,
Another high priority.
With traffic lights set far apart,
Commuters started losing heart.
This morning, waiting in the car
I spotted something quite bizarre.
The men were gathered all around,
Their spades were lying on the ground.
And I could only sit and stare
As “Happy Birthday” filled the air.
I called out, “Who’s the Birthday boy
I’d like to wish him Birthday joy?”
And, as one man, they turned to say,
“The trench is one year old today!”
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