Look Down, Look Down…the Signs Are There

Crossing London streets,
We came paper-thin close
To cars bearing down...
Unexpectedly from the right...
And not, as accustomed,
From the left,
Where the lane was clear
And seemingly safe.
But a glance right by chance
Showed chrome car grills,
Unleashed by traffic light say-so, 
Rolling our way,
But slow enough just to keep all of us
Separated by a bit of good sense.
    With pedestrian harm, though, front of mind,
    The civilized Burghers of London
    Had "Look Right" signs
    Painted on crosswalks,
    To remind us Yanks
    Just where we were.