[ WP ] Channel your inner Dr Seuss/Spike Milligan and write a rhyming children 's story about something fairly ridiculous .

When people ride round in their automobiles 
 
 To work, school or home, others hot on their heels 
 
 They sometimes get stuck in big car line crams 
 
 That, oddly enough, they have named traffic jams. 
 
 
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 Now jams, as you know, are a quite yummy treat 
 
 They come in all flavors, and all of them sweet 
 
 So why, one might ask, would anyone wish 
 
 To connect yucky traffic to a wonderful dish? 
 
 
 
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 But people are odd, as you probably know 
 
 If you doubt it, well, just look at them go! 
 
 From there to here, from here to there, 
 
 Zooming about, not a minute to spare. 
 
 
 
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 And the words that they use, while stuck in their cars 
 
 You would not hear such in the worst of dive bars! 
 
 It ’ s F you! And F this! And F all these others! 
 
 I wonder, do they talk that way to their mothers? 
 
 
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 And don ’ t even get started on their horrible manners 
 
 They ’ re riding on bumpers! They ’ re going bananers! 
 
 They won ’ t let you in, and they won ’ t let you out 
 
 It ’ s all about them, as if no others are about. 
 
 
 
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 There are even, I ’ m told, those rare rare rare few 
 
 Who will actually stop and try to assault you 
 
 They ’ ll jump from their cars all red in the face 
 
 And swing tire irons all over the place. 
 
 
 
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 Is it just me, or does this behavior seem odd? 
 
 We ’ re all sometimes stuck in the daily drive plod 
 
 And it would be so so much nicer, for me and for you 
 
 If we could be nice to each other, and learn to make do. 
 
 
 
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 So I, for one, will try to drive better 
 
 And if someone is merging, why, I will just let her 
 
 And maybe, just maybe, if we all do the same 
 
 Our drives will be sweeter, and not so totally lame.
