Passing Thoughts

The escalator was designed
(At least the one I have in mind)
So there is room on every stair
For two of average size to share.

But really, what’s become the norm,
To which most people do conform,
Is those who're standing on the right
Remain in place, to be polite.

The left side, thus, is saved for those
Who need to pass, for I suppose
They’re in a rush or did surmise
That they could use the exercise.

Most people do observe this rule
But some do not, which isn’t cool
And yesterday, two friends, both large,
Stood side by side, like, “We’re in charge.”

This escalator’s very steep
Yet no one made the slightest peep,
Intimidated by an ass
Whose bulk implied, “You may not pass!”

I, too, rode up and didn’t move;
I’d hoped that someone else would prove
That there are those who have the guts
To not be frightened by big butts.