A Happy Traffic Cone

A Happy Traffic Cone
By Muriel Palanca

I’m a happy traffic cone
And I am standing all alone
Because all the orange traffic cones
Decided to go home.

The drivers do not like them
Because drivers hate to stop.
Sometimes they run cones over
And then they get caught by cops.

But I’m different because I’m yellow,
The bright kind like the sun,
And I’m better than a stoplight
Because I’m the only one.

I like to smile as cars go by
But I keep getting ignored
Because people think that safety
Is all that I am for.

I could be a giant party hat
But I would need a giant head.
If I was not made of plastic
I could be an ice cream cone instead.

Maybe if I was a circle
I could bounce and roll like balls.
Maybe people would like me more
And I could give my hugs to all.

But alas I am a triangle
…only not, I’m something else.
I’m an awesome happy traffic cone
And I can stand all by myself!

So I’ll keep on shining and stopping cars.
I have my own horn to toot.
I’d like to think that traffic honks
Because they think I’m so damn cute!