.3. Fourteen Wheelers Poem by David Threadgold
.3. Fourteen Wheelers
Fourteen wheels are turning
To haul the lorry’s load
Lots of rubber burning
Upon the open road
Many hundred litres
Will fuel tanks to the top
To travel many hundred miles
Without the need to stop
Fumes to clouds are rising
The white no longer clean
We do it time and time again
Somehow it’s quite obscene
© 2008 David Threadgold
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8/29/2026 5:50:49 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Oh when will we ever learn Dave... glad you brought this subject to the fore. You used an apt word in your last line too. A ten.... from Fay.