Concrete fuzziwigs,
Landmarks for the daft,
Melancholy moo cows,
Ducks before and aft,
Came the mighty motorway,
Came the common car,
Open University,
Cantilevered bra.
McDonalds in defiance
Of every well-known fact,
CCTV just in case
Some pensioner gets whacked.
Multi-storey parking lots,
Chunky-tyred jeeps,
Pavement-spanning pushchairs,
Manic mobile bleeps.
Centrifugal one-way streets,
Seven days of seven,
Filled with those whose destiny
Is shopping-trolley heaven.
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Dear Terry, Loved this poem. I loved the play on words. So very true of today's towns.