The megaliths of long ago

Evolved to monoliths in rows

of cobbled streets that turned to tar

To benefit the motor car.

The back-to-backs and tenements fell,

Replaced by concrete jungle hell,

Where ghastly stalagmites stood tall

With pebble-dash on every wall.

Now pallid breeze-block homes appear,

With tiny gardens at the rear

Of rockery and patio

And not a blade of grass to mow.

These dwellings are replete with style,

With granite sink and quarry tiles,

And scattered everywhere are lots

Of shiny stones in earthen pots.