Freelancing

Been a busy and snowy World Book Day Week. I've visited 5 schools and had some very early starts. When I was stationary on a motorway for nearly 2 hours last Monday morning the following poem was running through my mind.


Traffic Jam

We started early
And travelled far
But now we're sick
Of being in the car

Traffic jam
Traffic jam
We're all stuck in a traffic jam

When we set off
Six hours ago
We never imagined
We'd feel this low

Traffic jam
Traffic jam
We're all stuck in a traffic jam

Mum is grumbling
Dad is growling
My brother's moaning
I feel like howling

Traffic jam
Traffic jam
We're all stuck in a traffic jam

This is unbearable
When will it end?
We may not be moving
But we're going round the bend

Traffic jam
Traffic jam
We're still stuck in a traffic jam!