Invasion of the cones

[Parkinsonspoet]

Creeping across the nation

Alien Cone-urbations

Road works is their traffic dream

I-conic a cone I scream



Red, amber, green, oration

Red and white striped formation

Highway invaders metro

Line dance to a contra flow



Car wars diesel feel the force

Petrol menace can’t endorse

Electric power awakens

Plug into to refill station



Empire storm trooper dullards

Act as mere traffic bollards

Signs warn of revenge ahead

Queue destiny, future dread.

[fasteel]

Cool. I like the imagery and play on words "I scream" But most of all Here in Quebec orange cones have taken over and closed many exits.

[Parkinsonspoet]

they are everywhere

[RhymeLovingWriter]

I agree with fasteel - your word choices and placement promote great imagery here Jon - even of a scene we're weary to witness.

[Parkinsonspoet]

thank you imissed the opportunity to write an I-conic poem though

[Johntee]

Each cone cannot contain ice-cream
from Mr Whippy's dream machine
so take your tarmacadam slow
as you slalom to and fro

[Parkinsonspoet]

Mr Whippys mmmm