My First Poem!!!

A Description of A City Driver
(Inspired by Jonathan Swift)

Five O’ Clock on the dot,
Poor John Doe left the lot.
It’s time to play the game again
Thought he, turning on the engine.
Shifting the gear into drive,
A stratagem, he to contrive.
Prepping his spirit to perk up,
Perhaps this time it’ll be abrupt.
Through the silent deceiving hill,
On he steers the tons of steel.
The foretelling vrooming in the distance
Fiddle his resolve for an instant.
Approaching the first bend of bends,
Making that right turn he descends.
Phew! Only five cars behind this time
Not like yesterday, there were nine.

He rearranged his now troubled face,
To one of pleading, Lord give me grace.
There after his left hand turning
Masses more lie wait in yearning;
Before him the brief path lay
Realizing it’ll be about two hours today.
So, inspecting the others in the lane nearby,
Inching forward at the mph rate of five.
If they are traveling and he at a still;
Would it benefit to make a steal?
Glancing at the side mirror and turning his head
He thought it safe to stay instead.
Progression of movement is usually lost
Immediately when he cuts someone off.

Remembering a time of such endeavor
Smirking alone, he thought he was clever.
But darn that Karma to choose such a time
Rapidly shattering his momentary sublime.
For two lengthy limo held him back,
Taking their sweet time emerging in the crack.
Hence from there he did not budge
Seven full minutes without a trudge!
Therefore, he learned from hasty decisions;
Always think it through with exact precisions

The singing of sirens broke the remembrance.
Inclining his ears to assume the black white’s entrance.
After spying the red and blue light,
The rule book teach him to go far right
But such a feat is impossible,
This leaping over two car rows.
Hence he yield with a glance at the clock
No John Doe! Ponder not how long the stop.
Observe instead the pause of motion.
Drink in the calming of the ocean.
Notice the rolling waves of rubber,
Slowing down one after the other?
Hundreds upon hundreds coming to a halt
Only four distinguished now beating the asphalt.
The raging roars now taking a break
Trading for low rumbling breath intake.
The usual song of hustle and bustle
Suddenly appear as if been muzzle.
Appreciate and concede this great wonder,
Expressing gratitude for such honor
In giving you the chance to resume concentration
Refocusing and refining a plan at your station

Oblivious to this remarkable suspension
John Doe instead build in irritation.
A lady nuisance he spot on the phone,
Yapping and yelping on her way home.
Her car slowly moving passing the limit line,
Where are those sneaky sheriffs to give her a fine?
Her car is leaning from left to right,
But Old Grandpa is putting up a good fight.
Pacing his car in a neutral speed,
Preventing her to move and proceed.
The Teenage driver on the right of her
Aware of her plan, did not concur
He speeding up to catch up with her,
When she losing speed, he went slower
All the while witnessing this thing
Forget not it’s a five miles fighting ring.

Leaving the scene Mr. Doe made a few turns
Down a small alley he smells tire burns
With the building blocking, he has yet see
Unaware of the forth bringing catastrophe.
Finally reaching his appointed intersection;
What more can interrupt his final direction?
A three car collision three blocks down
Twist his face lines into a frown.
Now the traffic is more congested
On this road of drivers infested.
Filled with impatience and curiosity,
Each head watching in slow velocity,
Ignoring the signals of the officer
Who waves at cars to come hither.
Already John endured the dreaded two hours
Now he fancy he need miraculous powers.
If he could only just point and blast
Each hindering car as he past.
With a flicker of his wrist
He’ll be home in sweet bliss.
Except Fortune seem to be at a slumber
Because he flicked with countless number
And nothing appear to transpire
According to his wish and desire
Do not despair oh John Doe
There’s only a block more to go.