Road Up

RoadworksWhat’s wrong with the road?
Why all this hush?
They’ve given an anaesthetic
In the lunch-hour rush.

They’ve shaved off the tarmac
With a pneumatic drill,
And bandaged the traffic
To a dead standstill.

Surgeons in shirt-sleeves
Bend over the patient,
Intent on a major

Don’t dare sneeze!
Don’t dare shout!
The road is having
Its appendix out.

–Norman Nicholson