"The Quarryman's Lament"
or
"How George Chaplin took on Tarmac plc over Thornborough Henges - and won".
Yes, I know I'm audacious,
It's 'cos I'm voracious
And can't get enough
Of the knobbly stuff.
I crave a repast
That'll cost you your past.
So I've spun a fine tale
That works without fail
(If it doesn't unravel,
I'll gobble that gravel.)
Nearly time to begin,
Can't wait to dig in,
It's crunchy, it's munchy,
Here comes my lunchy….
But who's this damn Charlie?
Chaplin's his name.
He's picked it apart
And ruined my game!
Oh Blessed Profit,
I have to admit
I've been outclassed,
He's the one with the grit,
He's rescued the past
And the world thinks I'm shit.
Are there grounds for appeal?
What was wrong with my meal?
I think it's worth betting
I neglected the setting.
So I'll try a new angle
On this mega-wangle
And just for a laugh
I'll settle for half.
I'll say digging's worthwhile
Beyond half a mile,
If I go that far out
I guess George will say nowt….
(To be continued).
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