Zebra Crossing

Was a dastardly plot I admit,
seemed funny though
after several rounds of Jack Daniels
with my buds.

Living in a small town
where nothing much ever happens,
deciding to crank up the joy,
by secretly spiking the town counsel's
refreshments.

Who knew the insanity that would brew
when they tasted that juice,
passing new laws right and left,
what lunacy did ensue.

So now we have this crossing
in front of city hall,
sign declaring it's purpose,
never as humiliating to some of us
that live with the consequences of our whim,
as when we see the clown in his old clunker
stopped and waiting
at the lines
for a possible zebra to come by!