The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 193 Poem by Flying Lemming

I’m a traffic cone up a tree
Someone on a drunken spree
With all of their might
Gave me new height
Here for all to see

I’m a traffic cone up a tree
Not really where I should be
I’m usually found
Much nearer the ground
Lined up uniformly

I’m a traffic cone up a tree
It makes me feel rather free
To have reached a place
No other cone’ll grace
Fills me with real glee

I’m a traffic cone up a tree
Plastic and bright orangey
I might catch the eye
Of some strange passer by
Who’ll write a poem about me