“Grimlock stuck in gridlock”

Grimlock, mighty Dinobot, king of Cybertronian clang,  
Roared through the city with thunderous fang—  
Chrome scales agleam with the morning sun's light,  
Determined to conquer the rush hour fight.

But as he thundered down Iacon's main cyber-lane,  
He rumbled to halt with frustrated disdain.  
Neon-lit billboards, exhaust in the air,  
Speeders and hovercars lined up everywhere.

He flexed his huge claws and let out a sigh,  
(Which startled two drones as they zipped by.)  
"Me Grimlock stuck? This no make sense—  
Me leader of Dinobots, not stuck in suspense!"

Legions of vehicles, all beep and blare,  
No room for a tail or a Megatron glare.  
Patient, he waited (with some tiny roars),  
Imagining rampages he wished were outdoors.

And as traffic crept forward, inch by slow inch,  
Even proud Grimlock felt frustration pinch.  
But he saw a small 'bot, with a shiny blue hat,  
Helping a lost turbo-pup—imagine that!

Grimlock remembered, with wisdom so old,  
Sometimes you're mighty, sometimes just cold  
Stuck in gridlock, giant or not,  
Still helps to be kind in the spot you've got.

So Grimlock relaxed and let moments pass,  
And tried not to dent the surrounding glass.  
A Dinobot king in a jammed city block—  
Even heroes find peace when they're stuck in gridlock.

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