With apologies to, well, everyone, but especially my secondary school English teachers. Sorry.

Oh, Motorway Eighteen!
How I love thee!
Nothing to look at
Not even a tree.

Oh, marathon motorway!
Twenty six miles long
Past Rotherham, and Doncaster
And skipping past Thorne.

From M1 to the 62
Via nowhere at all
Oh little motorway
You’re just too small.

At junction two,
The busiest stretch
The three level stack,
Makes road planners retch.

After three we reduce,
Down to two lanes
Too many lorries
For significant gains.

Four is Ikea
The Doncaster base,
All dull scenery
No life in the place.

Grimsby and Scunthorpe
Exit left, Motorway 1-8-0
Road even more pointless
No reason to go

Betwixt 6 and 7
Only 50 allowed
Two lanes, no more
Road surface too loud.

The end of the road
In the shadow of Drax
Oh Motorway Eighteen
Why is your path so lax?

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