What A Traffic System - Denise Bishop

A Humourous poem. No Diction, meant to be read as it is written with a Guernsey accent Caw La! (Not many of us left now Eh!) Just a bit of a giggle. - Denise

What A Traffic System - Denise Bishop

Caw, The Traffic over 'ere, it's getting really bad,
There's more cars on the roads than we thought we'd 'ever 'ave.
you 'ave to set out early, Cause there's always a delay,
... But the driver's they get aggressive, But no-one will give way.

Then theres temporary traffic lights, A temporary surface down,
But where's the Bloney workmen, Ahh Standing looking round.
If you want to go to town to get your shopping done,
It's guaranteed a que of cars that goes on and on and on.

If you want a parking space, it seems you wait for days,
Surely there's an answer! there Must be other ways.
There's State debates about this problem,
But All they do is Talk,

Well I know the answer me!, BAN the cars we'll walk.

Denise Bishop