What’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
Operation.
Don’t dare sneeze!
Don’t dare shout!
The road is having
Its appendix out.
–Norman Nicholson
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