This Monday
was ‘no-horn’ day.
What’s your
take?
Mine is: as
bad ideas go,
This one
takes the cake.
You see, we
horn
While a baby
is born
In love
forlorn
When weary, war-torn
At the
pedestrian-moron.
Since you
look at me askance
I need to
further explain my stance.
You see, we
beep
Everytime we
weep
When the
baby needs sleep
As the
farmer herds sheep
At the
pedestrian-creep.
Then, how
can we shun
The finger
on the gun?
I can see
you don’t see eye-to-eye
Again,
permit me to explain why?
You see, we horn-whistle
At the drop
of a thistle
Or the
launch of a missle
As it
begins to drizzle
At the pedestrian-imbecile.
At the pedestrian-imbecile.
Every dog
has its day, but ‘No-horn’ does not
If you
disagree now, I pity your lot.
Even, by the
way, when you read this loony verse
You may horn
to lend voice to morbid curse.
The good news
folks is
That
‘no-horn day’
Was a
failure anyway.
There was no
baby
No dog with
raby,
No tears, no
lost love, no pedestrian
No sheep, no
thistle, no equestrian
No missle,
no drizzle, no idiot gone bonk
Yet,
millions of cars continued to honk.
