Road Angst

London is bewildered by its roads The Circular, the North,the South,  the Codes The Morse  and the  Enigma Turing broke So now we have new bicycles with spokes Once we had the A to Z  in hand Turn it upside down and you'll be grand New technology has  made  great strides Carrying us to Eden ,what a ride The motorways are  empty  for  tonight God decided  we had too much Light He  taught the bare cheeked Moon   on Jesus' mount To turn the other side when love's about I liked to use a compass and a map But now, my dear,  most everything's on tap I crouch  beneath my sister as she drives In the dark on the M 25 But if it's closed, we are completely foxed We left the  old Road Atlas in  a box Along with all my ex's underpants And naturally  his principles of Kant We may be in Watford  or in Bucks I  often wonder what will rhyme with luck We may be near St Alban's, we can't see The car ran up the trunk of this oak tree We rang 999  and they are here A fire engine filled  up with Kentish beer A ladder  for the ladies to climb down Now they are just women on the town London won't exist ,destroyed by cars God himself hates the North Circular