The True Universal Annoyance


He must be a billionaire, it sure seems to me

For everywhere in the world, his product seems to be

Though orange and white, with thicknesses that vary

I haven’t visited a city without them, not a nary


They obstruct traffic just to be sure

Though sometimes seem to be worse as a cure

Long long lines of them for miles on end

Their message of safety they continually send


So here’s to the traffic cone, a universal scourge

But so highly important, never to purge

Keeping us aware of the dangers of travel

And out of the pits and piles of gravel.


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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