Orange Barrel Carol Poem by JoAnn McGrath

Here is my little ode or opus.
I'll use some magic or hokas pokas.
Then rid my little neck of the woods..
of orange barrels, once and for good.

I swear these things are great big orange rabbits.
Multiplying by the hundreds, a nasty habit.
Because everyday I go to work.
A hundred more I spy with irk.

So if I could have a little silence please.
While I conjure a little diablerie.
Hokas, pokas, opus, carol,
rid my world of barrel peril.
So I can get to work on time,
and get back home before dinnertime.