Friday, February 27, 2015


When I was young
I used to hope that my father would never buy
a house on land in a NO EXIT street
Because to my childish eye
This meant you weren't allowed to come out
and NO EXIT meant you must STAY THERE.
And I often wondered about those poor folk
who were trapped, with no-one to care.
I felt sure that any car coming out
had broken a cardinal rule.
After all, 'The Council' had put up that sign
and sooner or later he'd call
demanding to know why they'd disobeyed
and punishing one or two.
I HATED that notice up there on the pole
It was such an unjust thing to do!

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