The Railway Baron’s lament
by cricketjeff on March 4, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
And everything would be sublime
All save for one small caveat
What was that foolish navvy at?
He worked from dawn to dusk all day
And spent his nights in sleep and play
His muscle power could be banked on
But he’d less brains than many plankton
He drilled the holes to set the charge
And knew the bang would be quite large
But rather than a warning siren
He shouted out a verse by Byron
Now all of us are being sued
Our sorry hides have been pursued
We deafened many folks or something
By leaving safety to a dumb thing!
I can only apologise but it does rhyme
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