Caught a bid slowdown in traffic,
Three lanes pretty much static…
Getting help from a pal,
Our driving as a result became erratic!
All three lanes stuffed to the gills,
Those Friday night commuter ills…
Radio said a crash
Behind us would last,
Long enough to give one chills.
Changing lanes is art,
Practised by those thought smart…
Brake for sudden stops
One must have the chops,
To floor it when stopped lines start!