Shall I compare thee to a motorway?
Thou hast better surfacing and a softer verge.
We fight our ceaseless cone wars night and day -
Now with your unrestricted middle lane let me merge.

My central reservation: my love may cause derision.
My lighting gantry does not now reach so high.
My global positioning system lacks precision
But could we at least give it a try?

Oh please give way and let me in
Please don't hard shoulder my little furry dice
I've got the jump leads on, I'll put my litter in the bin
I think - oh yesss! - I've hit the red line! - that WAS nice.

So long as men can love and fossil fuels bring other sorts of fire
So long last all the pile ups of middle aged desire.