The pressure mounts as August dies
Streets clog with traffic – no surprise
Not all roadworks are completed
Delays, sadly the norm, deep-seated.
More chaos looms, as I've heard said
A viaduct crumbles overhead
No budget for repairs in sight
Perhaps remove it overnight?
Imagine girders on the ground
The dirt and dust, the crashing sound
As demolition teams move in
And rumbling lorries make more din.
New road signs make their presence felt
To keep cars on the moving belt
But nearby streets reach saturation
Causing road rage and frustration.
Too often pipes must be relaid;
Too many cables have decayed
Blocked drains cause floods; our way's impeded
How long will barriers be needed?
We've the joy of autumn leaves to come
Dark evenings when work can't be done
Frost will also cause delays
In Brussels traffic chaos stays!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014