This is me and my daughter walking Lola when she was very small, in Wells, Somerset. There was something very cute about Lola when she was a puppy, so eager to get out and explore everything she had to be a step in front of her ability to take everything in. She caused several traffic jams in the village with people hanging out of their car windows to see and ask what sort of dog she was – she was 10 years old in December last year, and there weren’t so many Australian labradoodles around 10 years ago, and certainly very few cockerpoos, which nowadays many people presume she is.
So today’s poem about a traffic jam is by Sarah Ziman – thank you, Sarah!
Traffic Jam
Cars of silver, red, and blue
Motorbikes and buses too
Put them in your biggest pan
Stir them with a caravan
Measure sugar – half a cup
Next a lorry, broken up
Petrol, or perhaps some oil
Carefully begin to boil
Simmer for an hour at most –
Traffic jam to spread on toast!
© Sarah Ziman
Joke:
Why did the skeleton cross the road?
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