In The Land Of Shortages Poem by Terry Dawson
In The Land Of Shortages
And we're belting along on the pot-hole road
And the tyres are smoking at the weight of the load
The distance to go is yet more than we came
And there's nought on the gauge than the makers name.
Our note and our coin are locked tight in the banks
So we pray to the Lord and give him our thanks
And we hope that the garage we pass by the way
Might fill us to quarter 'cause it's our lucky day!
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