I had a slight obstruction
(Politely called "construction")
In the morning, on a tiny stretch of highway.
There were seven big machines
And twenty men in jeans
All taking turns maneuvering in MY way.
A little, they were paving,
But mostly misbehaving;
I could tell, returning home that afternoon.
There were just too many boys
With way too many toys
To possibly have finished it so soon!
--A. A. Mouse