YOU'VE GOTTEN OUT OF HAND, FRANKENSTEIN!

The advent of machinery
Did nothing for the scenery
But fueled the revolution
That resulted in pollution.
I fear that what is coming,
With the humming and the drumming,
With the ticking and the tocking
And the clever interlocking,
With the grinding and the crashing,
The electrostatics flashing,
Is a glorious crescendo
With a subtle innuendo - 
Those machines will have us oiled,
Tuned up, checked out, charged and foiled!

			Lucille Murphy