I wake to traffic radio
I’m a morning devotee
But this morning traffic radio
Was reporting about me
I heard the awful news
While I was still in bed
The words of the announcer
Are still spinning in my head
It seems there was a crash
And it was on my arm
So that is why my wrist is
So unusually warm
And then a pile up happened
On the roadway of my leg
Avoid the gawker slowdown
Don’t look at it, I beg!
The traffic is free flowing
On my neck and on my chest
I like when traffic radio
Tells me I’m at my best
Rush hour is almost over
Traffic guy is out the door
I have to hope tomorrow
I won’t still be the detour
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