There I was off to see my daughter,
It was only forty five miles away
But for some reason
The roadwork gods awoke
And decided to thwart my drive.
It started off quite easily,
Driving in unity with the road,
Not much traffic,
Little did I know what was ahead.
Sailed onto the motorway with ease,
Drove down it at speed
I will be there early I thought,
But no there were the roadworks gods
Sitting there in front of me,
Laughing their heads off.
I came off of the motorway
Needing to turn right at the roundabout,
But no
Couldn’t do that ,
Was directed left.
So there I was heading away,
Away from the place I was going
Because the roadworks gods
Had closed the way I needed to go.
So up to a new roundabout,
Sailed all round it,
Came back to where I was.
It all took time
So I was on the right track again,
Then I came to the next one
More roadworks,
And the lights of course were red.
Eventually came to the last road,
The road to my daughters house,
Only fifteen miles to go,
But the roadwork gods were there
And in that fifteen miles
They had four lots of roadworks,
And every one of them
I had the red light stopping me.
Those roadworks gods know when I am driving,
And delay me every time!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2021 02:25
- Comment from author about the poem: I am convinced that whenever I get in my car the roadwork gods know and put roadworks somewhere in front of me.
- Category: Humor
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Comments6
Doh! Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Yup, sons of #itches.... nice write!
You suffer from them as well then John.
Andy
ah, dear poet
demonstrating the gateway to that 'woosah' mindset, writing can represent
indeed, let it all out..
still, kinda crazy how obstacles will present themselves in the most random of situations,
guess that's why all those 'great thinkers' try to convince people they can only control their reaction's to existence,
seldom can we enact the exact actions we want, without slight hiccups awaiting in our path..
I'm sorry but I found this a rather humorous read, Andy
though mainly because as a Londoner, I relate to your frustration so much I think,
its the case of either laugh or cry, at this point.. lol
Please laugh by all means Mek, laughter is the best medicine that we can have.
Andy
The same assembly hits these parts too - traffic is held in their grip as holes are dug here and there..... hope your journey went better when heading home Andy.
So true Fay, they seem to be everywhere.
Yes the run home was a little better, still hit every red light except one.LOL
Andy
It's obvious to me Andy, that your whole problem is embodied in the line 'Driving in unity with the road'. Your blind faith in the bitumen is what lead you astray. You are a poet - let the power of your poetry allow you to abandon your attachment and raise yourself above all such petty restrictions....or something.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment Dave, at least it gave me something else about which to write.
Andy
Aw shucks - have you promoted me to be your muse !??? Do I get special privileges? Better not, Andy - it will probably go to my head...
Oh My, Andy. I have been there. Good write about it.
We have probably all been there Jerry and it will always be that way until can use the Star Trek method. Beam me up Jerry.
Andy
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