Sunday, 22 August 2010

Tractor Tractor. Headlights bright

Tractor Tractor. Headlights bright
On the B roads day and night;
What infernal hands or feet
Gave thee permission to roam the streets?

In what distant garage or shed
Burnt the tracks of thine tyre tread?
In the hands of which conspirator
Was thou licensed to overuse the right indicator?

And why, on such a narrow road
Must thou carry a great wide load?
And why affix cargo so it is less than secure
So those in your wake are showered with manure?

Which evil hands suffered thee to make
So slow yet so difficult to overtake?
What hellish mechanic and deadly crew
Made twelve miles per hour the fastest thou canst do?

When John Froelich set down his tools
And promptly threw out all highway rules:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamborghini make thee?

Tractor Tractor. Headlights bright
On the B roads late at night;
What infernal hands or feet
Gave thee permission to roam the streets?

2 comments:

  1. I'm pretty sure this poem is amazing and every mofo truck driving arse-hat should read this.
    Your poetry is pleasing to my eyes and mind.
    x
    Corianda
    http://corianda-corianda.blogspot.com

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  2. this really was fantastic! your poems have brightened my day! :)

    thank you,
    Shannie xo

    http://danseursrubans.blogspot.com/

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