As the trailing traffic trundles

Slug-like slow through humdrum London,

Serpentine, so slowly snaking,

As the working world is waking,

Does it drag its feet, despondent

That its journey's such a long one?

 

Is it glum, lethargic, lagging

Stultified by last night's stabbing

By the youths who prowled the pavements?

Is it stopped in shocked amazement

At the fights and altercations

Of the drivers who lack patience?

 

Does it long to laze and linger,

Too relaxed to raise a finger,

Pull its socks up, get in motion?

Does it ever get a notion

That we crushed-in cramped commuters

Have to rush to our computers?

 

Is is dragged down, all enjoyment

Drained by rising unemployment?

Settling scores with willing workers,

Does it shuffle just to irk us?

Is is giving us a warning

Since we've cursed its crawl each morning?

 

Voyeuristic, as it goggles

At the skimpy-kitted joggers,

Is is racked by indecision?

Will it cause the next collision?

Does it rubberneck at crashes

Peering as it slowly passes?

 

Has it got a sage solution

Putting paid to fume pollution?

Is its so-annoying slowness

Just an eco-friendly bonus

So we lose our love to travel

As our road-romance unravels?