A poem entitled, ‘Meditation on the M25’
Before the Dome adorned the Thames or London’s Eye revolved,
The London Orbital was built and traffic problems solved,
As round the rolling motorway we travelled fast and far,
The day we went to Sevenoaks by way of Potters Bar.
Going round in circles, clockwise – anti clockwise too,
At first seemed rather fun and quite a jolly thing to do,
Until, held up at Heathrow, we were driven round the bend,
The day we went to Badgers Mount by way of Ponders End.
Eventually some extra lanes were added to improve
The ever-slowing traffic flow and keep things on the move,
But far from rolling like a stone we wound up gathering moss,
The day we went Leatherhead by way of Waltham Cross.
Then, like a varicose vein, alas, engorged by one long jam,
Gridlock blocked the motorway and stopped us like a dam,
And road-rage overcame what once was ‘happy-motoring’ mirth,
The day we crawled to Chorleywood by way of Rickmansworth!
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