Traffic Jam

In the traffic jam
everyone is crammed,
days are put on hold,
and the lives get stalled.

Next to black Rolls Royce
with it’s solemn voice
sexy blue Peugeot -
open negligee…

Robust little Smart -
it’s a piece of art,
full of space for two
we all want one too…

And the big red van
with no volume ban -
lads enjoy the blast
noisy metal cast.

Next small yellow Jazz,
Honda’s latest brass.
Driving - Blond in white
with wide smile so bright.

She’s a busy girl,
wearing strings of pearl,
with no time to waste,
she has tiny waist.

This old mini bus,
full of kids and buzz,
will be late for school
driver feels old-fool.

I will not be stressed
I will take my rest
Mozart on the wave
helping me behave.

But a motor-ped
can ignore the red,
passing cars in queue,
moves towards new view.

And five cycles’ crew
in red, white and blue
moves ahead all cars
as the racing stars.
 
Should I buy a bike?
Is it what I’d like?
Will it be a treat
that will make me fit?

No more lengthy waits,
no time terminates,
no more being late
fitting with my fate.

But the better way
is to go away
to the world of dreams
with no cars and screams.

No heartache, no ills,
no more life that kills...
Quiet paradise -
it will be my prize.