A poem by our poet in residence
'TWASon a Monday mo-orning
When I beheld my da-arling
Staggering out with the Washing Machine and
Merrily driving away!
With skill so great, she took her freight
And lobbed it out by Marshall's gate
Dashing away with her fly-tipping, she stole my hea-art away!
'Twas on a Tuesday Morning...
Repeat for smoothing-iron, old ironing board, clapped-out mangle...
Are they travellers? No-ooo. Are they horrid yobbos in beat-up Cavaliers? Noooo. Are they perfectly-respectable-30-40-something-Cambridge-residents-in-smartlittle-runabouts? YES!!!