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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 could 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.