Already late at journey's start, I drove
No time to stop for food, but the traffic
Jammed spanners in my spokes. Heavens above
Why must there always be cloud, grey and thick
Hanging over our enjoyment? Gearstick
I flicked you left and right, up and down, but
Was slowed by red lights, more cars and the lick
Of rain on windscreen and tyre. Would they shut
The gates before we got to Lincoln? Foot-
ball games won't wait for us. If we can't move
Take the right turns, or maybe left, real quick
We'll find we're left behind, we'll miss the cut
At any rate, on this date, fate would prove
Quite kind. But we still missed the opening kick
Sat 24 Nov 2007
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