Finnegans Horse Full Circle

Life goes full circle Harry Finnegan thought, Admiring his newly refurbished vending cart; Spick and span with racy lines, a proper seat, Digital till, weatherproofed, and state of the art Men lean street ready selling machine. And here I am back in the old game, So much changed so that only Me and the nag are the same. Finnegan’s horse stifled a chortle. Old Harry didn’t know of course But standing between those shafts Was a veritable living Bionic Horse, From the communications point, With video cams and blue tooth sets, Fully primed and satellite linked To all the local police comms net. They would always know his position Within a radius of ten point four feet On demand any time of day or night And every bit so wonderfully neat. And to ease the boredom If trade was slow and idle He’d got radio one Broadcast through his bridle. Let’s get on the road It’s nearly time To continue the fight Against rising crime. Would their cunning plan still work? It was after all a whole year Since Harry’s last rode his round; The police needn’t have had any fear At every corner there were lines And very excited citizens queues All there to say hello Excited by the news That Yoghurt and Milk were back And Harry Finnegan rode again. Tears could be seen in the eyes Of even the hardest of the men: And the police looked forward To some well paid overtime In their hi tech venture against That local petty crime. And all loved Old Harry and his horse Though not in any carnal way, of course