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The Dreaded Twenty Zone (Polllardii)

Here is a poem I wrote about our ridiculous (UK) twenty zone which drives us all mad! 

The Dreaded Twenty Zone

Please tell me someone, why am I alone

Going twenty in the twenty zone?

The rules apply to ALL of us,

The cars, the lorries and the bus.

In large letters on the ground

Twenty in a large ring is found.

But do you listen, No indeed,

Thirty is your usual speed.

And then RED fluorescent letters show

TWENTY, TWENTY please go slow.

But still you hurry, going thirty

And I can see you're playing dirty!

The bus we cannot blame, indeed,

Twenty is it's usual speed,

It does not go beyond that EVER

And in fact the word is N E V E R.

Even when we rush to work,

Or go to town. The speed is always twenty,

twenty, should the bus be full or empty.

Yes, twenty (diabolically slow),

but that's the speed the bus will go.

But me, I like to keep the rule.

I was taught this long ago, at school.

So when you get a speeding ticket

I won't have one,

'Cos I play cricket!