Start to explode?

The roads there for walking, the streets are for parking,

The footpaths where we sell our wares.

The junction is where we stop to chat,

Though the signal is green and we’re causing a jam.

We’re desperately eager to eat at the cart,

On the road mid the smoke from the bikes and cars,

We give our kids soft-drinks and call it juice,

We want sugar, and fat, and colour in our food.

We drive on the wrong side of the road,

‘Cos to follow the rules would be a  great load!

We walk on the inner side of the path,

With our kids on the outside. We’re as happy as larks!

We don’t stress the small stuff, we let it grow,

Till it’s heavy and big and things start to explode.

You’ve either got to laugh at the Navi Mumbaikar, or have a good cry 🙂

Published by Anitaelise

Anitaelise teaches piano lessons at Anitaelise Piano Studio and writes poetry and essays at The Relaxed Housekeeper. The blogs - and are written and owned by her and published in accordance with the copyright notice at the footer of each blog.

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