News and views and weather stats.

Comments, characters and such.

Sports and business; it’s the same.

Doesn’t seem to matter much.

Now and then traffic reports.

Commuters phone from where they be.

Cellular keeps all in touch,

with Victoria’s C.B.C.

 

Snarls in snarls, a way of life.

Edgy edging foot by foot –

to and from a place of work.

Suffocating fumes to boot.

Then a call to make us smile,

from Victoria’s gentle rush.

Traffic stopped, all flow has ceased.

It’s enough to make one blush.

 

For you see we pride ourselves

in our gentle way of life.

Not for us the frenzied race

to and from the working place.

What could be the cause of this?

Where has traffic ceased to flow?

Should I stay at home today?

What to do and who will know.

 

Now we hear the awful news.

Grid lock, Fort and Foul Bay!

What has caused this disaster?

Dreaded news, oh fateful day.

Sirens wail, duck in quandary.

Foul Bay road or Bowker Creek.

Drivers wait in patience silence.

Victoria’s dreadful traffic peak.

David Garlick, Victoria,  November, 1994