The M25 is now finished.
Old London is girdled with tar,
and now you can travel from Gatwick to Watford
at thunderous speed in your car.

There’s thirty two junctions to start at
and thirty two junctions to stop.
At Dartford, you’ll burrow right under the Thames
and at Staines, you’ll go over the top.

Did London deserve this adornment
or should it have rather stayed bare?
Did man, with a grin, in a world full of sin,
give the devil a halo to wear?