As deeply annoying as is the wall to wall nonstop 24/7 coverage of Michael Palin and Sarah Jackson or whatever it is they're called, eventually attention will shift to trivialities of equal lack of importance, other dim bulbs who briefly incandesce only to mercifully burn out for all time. But some annoyances are more permanent. Here are two of them:
Signaling Is For Sissies
Sad to see so many cripples
At the wheel in days these.
Such as to not cause ripples
At a convention of amputees.
So shattered, the modern motorist,
His extremities frozen tight
He cannot even say, "Hist!"
When turning left or right.
His indicator's as broken
As (apparently) his limb;
Of direction gives no token
His intentions are always dim
His mind, it seems, must be read
At any roadway junction
Which can leave those quite dead
Who lack the telepathic function.
Shoddily shod
Every outdoor flip-flopped foot
Must inevitably collect soot.
And since when have filthy feet
Been thought a delightful treat?
Gardening clogs in garish plastic
Induce in wearers a shuffle spastic
Perambulation strangely restricted
That is entirely self-inflicted.
Walking in either may be achievable,
Though running is quite unfeasible.
That's why those who tend to sport 'em
Are thick of trunk and broad of bottom.