Hey, where have you reached?
I’m in a jam, darling, I answer.
You’ll soon be in a soup, sweetheart.
Ah, and I get ready for the coup.
Had reached late for work too,
Feeling the Monday blue.
Where do see yourself, two years from now,
Asked a colleague generally.
Stuck, I replied and he guffawed.
Yes, I’m serious you see,
In the same,
Marriage and traffic jam.
My wife just would not understand,
The perils of being stuck in a traffic jam.
And finally when the traffic starts moving,
The traffic lights turn red.
Little realising the colour,
The lady at home might have changed.
I reach home late, yet again,
A strange calm greets the frayed nerves.
When a donkey is angry in traffic,
what does he do, asks the wife.
Well, he honks, I reply.
Well, here’s the ticket, you have been summoned.