Furry, furry dice
Nodding dogs that nod all day
Look out on the motorway
With eyes that know the despair in my soul.
Hold-ups on the hills,
Stretched for miles like bitter pills
Take a break because tiredness kills
The signs say all across this land
To the tune of Vincent by Don McClean

Comments
skinner_jennifer | October 19, 2011 - 09:29
Hi Paul,
oh how I love that record Vincent by Don McClean,
I also remember those furry dice and Nodding dogs,
but never felt the same way about them, as I did
the record.
Thanks for sharing this poem.
Jenny.
Biggus | October 19, 2011 - 10:36
Thanks Jenny