All hail the Traffic Warden

A much reviled occupation

Yet in so many different ways

True servants of our nation.

Without their watchful eye

There'd be cars parked three deep.

The attitude of the modern motorist

Enough to make a body weep.

In those little tin worlds

Isolated from the rest

Forgetting everything

They learned for their test,

So many of them behaving

As though brain dead,

Not an ounce of consideration

In so many of their heads.

So, Robo drones

Armed with lasers,

Traffic wardens

Armed with Tasers,

Mobile crushers

Instead of clamping,

All just might be 

Bad behaviour damping.

To  find on the street a little

Cube just three foot square

Instead of the vehicle

Inconsiderately left there.

Psychological testing before

Loosing them on the road,

A very strict enforcement

Of the highway code.

Give the pedestrians

Our streets back

After so many years

Of motorist attack.

All hail the Traffic Warden

A much reviled occupation

Yet in so many different ways

True servants of our nation.