I was reflecting on these new fangled motors this morning when Dobbin and me returned from the City with our load of pure.
Dobbin`s always been a `steady` horse (if you know what I mean) plodding along and munching at the oats in his nose bag as I go into the middens with my big shovel.
My problem is men with red flags marching in front of the new fangled engined abominations and the flickering of the flag is giving my horse mygrain.
You might think that is a mis-spelling of meigrain - but no. i`m having to give him my own snap to keep him moving.
From an 1899 perspective it`s quite an experience to see what the future holds (shudder)
Another red flag, old Nag
eat thee oats, in yer bag
fear not ye snorting motor
steam and gas - it`a gloater
our cart is full of steaming pure
steady Dobbin - feet be sure
watch out! a glob of grease
on yer back! puleese... ;(
Now the passing motor copped it all
Lord Muck perhaps? he looks so small
Glistening pure up to his chin
His red flag man cannot help but grin
Oh, Nag you were a lovely beast
Teeth like tombstones at a feast
no more oats for you a nosing
Hush now.. - time portal`s closing
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