Here I sit, all for lawn,
Idly dreaming of grass to be shorn.
Sat on my trailer for nearly a year,
unused, unthought of, not even a beer.
I'm a vulnerable eighty five now
and this social distancing's a cow!
The highlight of my day is the clank of a milk bottle
and all I desire is a hand on my throttle.
I've really missed being pally
With all my mates at the Bedfordshire Steam Rally.
And now I've been told
our Annual Rally's on hold!
They concentrate indoors on their Sainsbury's slot.
No thought for me - I want my engine hot.
I really do feel forgotten.
This virus is bloody rotten!