In response to my last ode, a neighbour has asked for another pithy verse or two!!
Poor Fulney Drove is now a track
Where massive lorries race,
So all the edges of the road
Are cracking up apace.
The lorries’ mission,so it seems,
Is to get through quick,
Avoiding all the right ways round,
This “ rat run’s” just the trick!
So come on council, sort it out,
Keep our lanes protected.
Ensure the juggernauts go round
On the proper routes elected