I know you’re kinda peckish mate
Let’s head down to the fence!
Our replacements think they rate,
But hell do they look tense!
They’re whizzing past at top speed,
Stealing all our jobs!
While we relax ‘n have a feed
And yell out they are knobs!
But eat up mate so they can see
How the other half lives;
No rush cos all our time is free,
Time to enjoy what nature gives!
Just jumped up little carriages,
Now driving on their own!
With noise and foul smelling barrages!
Well at least we can stay home!
All pictures courtesy of Pixabay.