ramblings and things
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.
In Praise Of The Traffic Warden