I just did not believe it!
How could that be?
Off to the tip I went
To get rid of some rubbish,
Knowing darn well
That the ‘Road Works God’ would know
And send the workers out before me
To dig up some of the road
Just to annoy me,
They always do.
They see me get in my car
And they think
We’ll have to dig up the road
To make his journey longer.
But this time it was different,
Or so I thought.
Reached the tip with no delays,
Did not see any roadworks,
None on either side of the road.
Started the journey home
And they got me once again!
They must have been hiding
And thought we’ll get him,
Get him as he drives home.
And yet again that ‘Road Works God’
Put the roadworks in my way once more.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Whenever I get in my car someone somewhere always seems to know this and decide to dig up a road on my journey.
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A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi
what's really funny
is that, every time
after they 'accomplish'
that urgently necessary work
I - personally
'Can't fck'n tell Any difference'
in that before and after, picture...!
(thanks for giving me an excuse to vent, Andy
as you can tell, I have years of repressed 'feelings'
that I need to, resolve - apparently) lol
sorry for swearing, it just helps sometimes
Sometimes swearing is the only way to vent your feelings.
Andy
Never fails Andy, always someone to muck it up. Great write though. 🤔
Certainly true AP. Many years ago the office in which I was working overlooked a high street and it was decided to put blocks on the road and to be fair to them they made a very good job of it it it was a well laid out block paved road in a standard brick type colour, three months later the gas board laid a gas pipe down the middle of the road and we ended up with tarmac along the middle of the road. Planning eh?
Andy
"Well, Let's see if we pave this road now, then we can dig it up later for the gas pipe. Yes, sounds good. Ok boys, let's get to work". Great write though Andy. 👍
Oh those day-glo vested angels are everywhere. They even have cherubs placing signs to tell you of the start finish times just to confuse you, because they never finish on time. In some places you could swear they have taken up residence, the roadworks on the Ketch roundabout have been there for at least two years of inactivity.
However, it's plain to see, it's all done to punish us selected victims... and why.... all just because we were once found guilty of being able to drive from A to B and actually enjoy it!
So very true d a, those warnings are just a myth. Driving was quite enjoyable at on time.
Andy
This was funny.......... And that's why Abraham Lincoln's father moved every time he saw the smoke from some else's chimney! But of course the roads were bad.
Thank you Lorna.
Andy
LMAO! Hilarious! I have sacrificed many times to the road works god but it's never enough. He always wants more! Excellent write my friend😂
Thank you Coyote, most kind.
Andy
Haha. Thank you for seeing the humor and poetry in one life's dismal realities.
Thank you Trenz. We must be able to laugh in our lives it is a wonderful cure-all.
Andy
That Road Works God is, I find, particularly active in months May and June as the Roadworks Department seeks to reduce it's budget to zero before Treasury raids any surplus which might exist at the end of the financial year.
They gotta do wot they gotta do - and be quick and lively about it...
'Make those months your summer break????
So true Dave, they need to use that money whether the roads need repairing or not.
Andy
Just up the road from me last year the scene was very reminiscent of the Somme...
Don't let the buggers grind you (or your gears) down, Andy..
Tis truly infuriating in a funny kinda way ........................................... N
It surely is Neville.
Andy
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