Go slow! It’s a built-up zone!
I’ll say, I groan
As we crawl at five miles an hour!
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Goes my long-suffering motor.
Back to the caves, I say.
You know it only seems like yesterday,
When with a few friendly growls
We’d sit at the doors
Of our spacious caverns,
Chewing the fat and kebabs
From wild pig or dinosaur,
Laughing at that guy, Joe
Over there on his heels
Fiddling around
With some round things
He called wheels.
It’ll never take on, we’d roar.
To be fair it was more like
Grunt, grunt grunt.
Well, you don’t want words
When you hunt all day.
Quieter the better, I’d say.
What on earth you gonna use it for?
We’d jeer.
How wrong we were.
Yes, how wrong we were,
As I cried damn
as I sat out another long jam
Into the City centre,
Dreaming wistfully of yesteryear!
Progress
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