“No Outlet” read the sign I passed last week.
Before I saw its front, I tried to guess
its words. I backtracked just to get a peek,
expecting “Not a Thru Street” I confess.
When I was young, the wording was unique –
so “Cul-de-Sac” was seen, and more than less
“Dead End” made our imaginations run.
But now few signs give transitory fun.

(Ottava Rima)