This rhyme is little more than me venting after a particularly difficult drive to work. Stuck at temporary traffic lights, due to roadworks, during the middle of rush hour is not one of my favourite experiences.

Staring at the bumper of that car just in front,

I don’t mean to complain but I’m going to be blunt,

The traffic on the roads is just in such a state,

Even leaving early you’ll end up arriving late.

There’s a man three cars behind shouting at us to “move it”,

As though we were just waiting here for him to approve it,

Like the traffic would conform to meet his every whim,

I wonder what made him believe the roads belong to him.

That guy on the motorbike weaving through the line,

Nearly hit my wing mirror then made a nasty sign,

But that smug expression soon faded from his face,

Since the traffic lights also left him stuck there in one place.

There’s a woman to my left blasting out a tune,

Jiggling her arms about and looking like a loon,

She hasn’t even noticed that the lights have turned to green,

And so pours forth a chorus of words that are obscene.

There’s a couple over there seeking something hard to find,

The Sat-nav has confused them and they can’t make up their minds,

Indicators flashing first one way then the other,

Just when you think they’ve picked a lane they go and pick another.

Pulling from a side road is a car that’s creeping in,

And somewhere in the distance car horns join the din,

The general situation is just in such a mess,

With people all around us driven crazy from the stress.