Now settle down and listen well,
for a rambler’s tale I here do tell:
I walked, you see …
Through fens and fields in various states,
over broken stiles and five-bar gates;
I took a break upon a bank
(shoes removed, already rank).
But hark, list you, what’s that?
A thunderous throb and it approaches,
booms and bellows quite atrocious,
roaring along that narrow lane.
Yay, it’s Atilla the Tractor been driven insane.
Up that grassy bank I scrambled
Almost was my final ramble
True story. There wasn’t a toe’s gap twixt those big wheels and where I’d sat.