MC

I'm your little traffic cone
By end of day I'm horny
I vibrate (sign I wanna go)
Gosh, this rhyme is corny


Actually, down here the Ministry of Roads, contract the Careful Cone Company (triple C) to lovingly tend our little orange cones, making sure correct male/female order of storage is maintained each night. They seem to self-procreate like rabbits. Must be our climate.....?

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Original item by d.knape

You sound more fortunate in your travels than yours truly. I see
cavalcades of cones but precious few human numbers - as if the former have landed from some unknown distant depot by hidden
means of transportation untouched by human hand. And they seem
to show no signs of wanting to return either!!!

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Original item by d.knape

I am an orange traffic cone
And Keith, a horny male
At end of day at pack-up time
I fight to on-top female

How else can we proliferate
You drivers knock us down
All the time reducing us
(Don't give a damn, just laugh...)..?

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Original item by d.knape

It´s what they do at night when they pack up and leave the roadside which bothers me. Are they male or female or both?
Good poem
Keith

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Original item by d.knape

Wave and salute them
as you rush by
those men of orange
braving the hordes
caring for the careless.

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Original item by d.knape