Inside St Pancras station
heard an angry conversation
a loud platform peroration
With thoughts above their station
they created quite a scene
shouted things that were obscene
pulled no punches, they were mean
like a busted vending machine
Now Eurostar ain’t cheap
it would make a grown man weep
RailTrack bosses play for keeps
don’t know how they bloody sleep
Due to the consternation
of that senseless deviation,
their Paris destination
was lost, like French in translation
While they argued heads or tails
they jumped the points, came off the rails
Now he’s in the Yorkshire dales
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