BBC Radio Jersey's challenge - a poem with three of the words - ubiquitous, sorry, Jersey and car.
I could have added sorry, but that might have been showing off.
And so - a poem linked to peak oil, and the prospect that one day petrol cars will be defunct...
Sooner than you think.
Ubiquitous rusting shells, as I pass by,
Once the glory, joy of salesman's eye;
But now, no more, those days no more;
And I see the hungry faces at the door,
As I ride by a house, brickwork decayed;
Didn't they listen? Peak oil to be paid:
A future cost, and so one dreadful day,
The pumps ceased, petrol went away;
And Jersey fell to silence on the road,
Where once the motor car bestrode;
No more fumes, and no more speed,
And I ride by upon my trusty steed.
1901: Coumment j'm'y print
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*Coumment j'm'y print.*
Tan pus l'temps va et tant pus nou's'a di peine a trouvé galant. Y'a
malheutheusman ben pus d'filles qué d'garçons en Jerri;...
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1 comment:
What trusty steed? I only have feet and a bicycle.
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