Yesterday I read a very interesting poem that describes, quite amusingly, what I call a party pooper. In essence, a party pooper is a person who spoils other people’s fun.
Read the poem below and judge for yourself whether you ‘qualify’ to be in the club.
Street Scene
A helicopter in the sky,
Observed the traffic down below,
Establishing the where and why,
Of anything that stopped the flow.
A motorist in a crawling queue,
Distracted by the whirring rotor,
Looked up to get a better view,
And rammed (of course) another motor.
The police worked for half the day,
To clear things, and at last succeeded,
The helicopter whirled away,
To see where else it might be needed.
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