What's The Holdup Poem by Lauren Coles
What's The Holdup
Everyone wants to get home from work but they can't do that if traffic has come to a standstill,
People grow impatient,
They might yell swear words at the top of their lungs,
You can't even see the object that people are stopped for,
Cars might have their windows closed as they drive by,
Something is moving in the street at a dead speed,
It is small and green,
It can only be one thing a turtle.
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On the turtle walk I will write a poem