Apr 192012
By Bob Smith.
| Lit’s hear it fer the fowk fa waak Aroon the streets in ivvery toon Fa’s only wish is ti be free Fae motor cars aa fleein aroon Streets faar ye can walk in peace Nae noise fae larry or car A toon cinter free o fumes an steer Faar the motor vehicle’s nae the Tsar A placie faar the high street shops Can dee their trade in tranquility An cafes hiv tables an chairs ootside Wi fowk enjoyin a coffee or tea Streets faar kids can waak ti skweel Nae aye driven in faimily cars Fowk’ll think there’s mair chunce O seein aliens fae the planet Mars |
Fowk war born wi things caed legs Bit they’re nae noo used sae muckle Instead o haen a fyow car free streets Lit toons aim ti hae a fair puckle Git fowk back livin in toon cinters So some widna hae ti drive ti wark An maybe they cwid enjoy some peace Like the car free island o Sark Ye think am livin in a fantasy warld? Maybe so bit we maun surely try Ti mak toon streets fowk freenly Reclaim oor streets shud be the cry . . . . ©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2012 |
Picture Credit: Richard Slessor