Monk Rant

Cones close the road.
Pedestrians come over
all 'holier than thou',
diverted by the idea
that cars must drive
the long way home. 
Now they think
they own the road. 
They'll break into
a skip before long.
Then arrows will fly
in all directions, 
if they don't already.

by the Ranting Monk

I can't help thinking that the Laughing Monk Restaurant will be suffering over these two weeks that the road's closed. No wonder the monk's ranting!