THE RETURN OF BLACK ICE

poem by: Darryl Ashton
Written on Jan 04, 2018

I looked out of my window                               
this morning
To see people skating on
ice,
Light rain had fallen quite
early
And froze to the ground in
a trice.

It wasn't just folk who were
skating - 
Motorists were trying it
too,
Revving their poor little
engines,
Not knowing just what to
do.

When finally they came
to a standstill
They'd probably travelled
a yard,
It took them some time
to discover
That driving on ice is quite
hard.

As they opened their doors
in frustration
Pedestrians slid stately by,
Trying hard to get grip on
the black ice
Whilst stifling the odd 
anguished cry.

A few managed to stop
themselves falling
Though some of them 
fell in a heap,
One driver was quite
shocked to notice
His car slipping away
down the street.

The appearance of a 
big double-decker
Filled everyone with
fear and with dread,
But somehow the 
driver kept steady
Eyes popping out of
his head.

When everything 
finally looked settled
The bus driver muttered
a cuss,
A Range Rover came
round the corner
And slid gracefully into
the bus.

No one was injured,
just shaken,
The passengers began
to alight,
Seeing them suddenly
start skating
Struck me as a comical
sight.

By the time that I finished
my shower
The traffic had started
to ease,
It could be repeated
tomorrow
This weather isn't forecast
to cease.

The radio said not to
venture
I don't want to brag or
to boast,
I did what the police 
chief advised me - 
I made myself fresh 
tea and toast.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON

 

Tags: Humor,

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Christopher Russon commented on Feb 10, 2018 at 8:10pm
Really humerous poem very well written

 

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