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 |   A poem a week for a year. |
| Night Cruiser Grundlebletch von Hoogenspit, while driving his Trollmobile one night, got lost in the wilds of Louisiana and finding a road expressly for trolls, he took it and was hurtling along, as trolls are wont to do in the dark, having, at one time or another lived underground in caves, when he came across a building stretched clear across the road. Without time to stop or throw out the anchor, Grundle ploughed head on into the wall, causing the edifice to collapse, slowly and piece by piece along its length, while, battered and bent, the Trollmobile barely survived, though Grundle wasn’t hurt and was able to hear the angry words of a uniformed man who hurried up panting and blowing the following words, “Did you not read the sign? This is a toll road!” “A toll road?” quoth Grundle, “My deepest apologies. I thought it said Troll Road!” Line Count: 22 Free Verse For Promptly Poetry, Week 16 Prompt: Street Signs. Ponder on these street signs, then select one and write a poem inspired by it: Do Not Enter, No Parking, Toll Road, One Way, Speed Limit, Work Area Ahead, Maple Street, SLOW, STOP, WRONG WAY, EXIT, No Passing Zone. |
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