'Signs' Poem by Linda Winchell

Shut up, sit down, and hold on tight!
Don't walk, don't spit, no smoking, no public telephone!
Don't stand, don't talk, don't enter, no exit,
Hush! your now entering a Hospital quite zone!

A sign for this, a sign for that!
Do they think we wouldn't otherwise, somehow know?
I think we all know how to walk when we should
And I know what the word means when told, ' NO! '

Why does our Goverment have to spend this money?
With all those silly metal signs!
When it could be better used I'm sure
I think it is all, a big waste of taxpayers dimes!

When I was growing up
the only signs I ever knew!
Where the ones my parents, waved at me
when I was doing something I shouldn't do!

Remove the signs so we can see the trees!
And the cars that are turning in my signs blocked view!
I think that what's our Goverment needs
I think that's what they really need to do!

Now, do we need to make a sign for that?
So that they will know just how we feel?
To remove the clutter of all those signs!
And make something better, out of all that wasted steel!