I really miss the Haughley Bends
( ‘defied space-time continuum’ )
And other parts of A1(M)
that weren’t quite (M) enough to come
or go. They didn’t lead to Rome
and half the time I have to say
they didn’t even take me home
but gave my mind a place to play.
The ‘new bit’ is new bitter sweet,
it’s so M6 toll, toiled in soil:
the grass waits for some other feet;
new labour taken off the boil.
I used to chat with dad, in fact
while ferried up past Pontefract.