fare dodging

When the trams were abroad.

It was simple to do, joining on a big queue.
At the stop we expectantly stared.
When a caur did appear, to a brief muted cheer,
you'd have started to grow a wee beard.

This caur, known to toffs as a tramcar,
boasted dyed blond conductress in slacks.
'Inside only!' The gallus one bellowed.
Upstairs, strode us youngsters, in packs.

Caurs ran to The Cross, where the drivers got lost
and they ran to the mills and the schools.
You could skip paying fare to near anywhere,
in my hometown where anarchy rules.

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