Traffic Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Albert, Lupe, Gilbert and Sergio
Pirates of the tarried night
Slip right through the masters key hole
But are captured by the morns daunting light;
The bells chime out from the Citadel
A warning pre-dawn solar flare
Sirens of distant warriors clap with thunder
Capturing the Pirates with their bottled wares;
At last, Niagra falls 'tis falling
Yes, the jig is up our most fallen foe
One too many sips of your bootleg lightening
Sentenced ye Pirates to days of woe;