Roundabouts

Let me tell you about

the roundabouts

You’ve never been anywhere

quite like our town

To connect you must go round

not necessarily in a clockwise fashion

We’re that town you see

with our 5 spurred monster

You must’ve seen the picture

Wheels waltzing

Weaving this way and that

Constantly in motion

Where drifters arrive at dawn

doing donuts

A dawn chorus of throttling

Shaking alive this once aspirational town

of spitfires, locomotion and tobacco

A place that once dreamed of bigger things

but ended up with roundabouts