TRAFFIC JAM
I was making toast
in the appropriate season
for a wholesome
host of reasons
in a trundling caravan
on its way
to Amsterdam.
Suddenly I encountered
to my distress
an obstacle hindering
further progress:
a rather tasteless traffic jam.
Undeterred I proceeded
to spread that jam
on my toast
until the coast was clear.
Hadn’t I been
warned about the dangers
of queued strangers
by my mother?
In my haste
I washed it down
with strong Dutch beer
and now I fear
I have acquired a taste
for vehicles
stuck behind each other.
That’s right.
Every night before bed
I eat traffic jam
instead of drinking cocoa.
Rhys Hughes has lived in many countries. He graduated as an engineer but currently works as a tutor of mathematics. Since his first book was published in 1995 he has had fifty other books published and his work has been translated into ten languages.
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