A nostalgic poem by John Henderson
on the 1st of August, 2011.
Long gone are days of penny fares
On Glasgow's trams with spiral stairs;
Each jerky journey, frequent halts
More like a tango than a waltz.
The o'erhead crackles when they spun
Quite sharply at each junction-turn
Made some folks' stomachs grunt or heave
With ev'ry sudden spark or weave.
These iron-horses did not neigh,
But clanged their way by night and day
To distant termini and back
On cobble-centred miles of track.
Such planning never seemed quite right
When people wanted to alight;
The kerb-side almost out of sight
Made nerves jangle, faces white.
No subway access in these days
To well-fenced concrete isles;
Thus getting on and off these trams
Caused more distress than smiles.
Perhaps this danger, more or less,
Called time on Glasgow's trams;
But in the wake of their demise,
We now have traffic jams!