Wednesday, 6 July 2011


Poem 59 of 230:  RENATIONALISE

A private bus, in Manchester,
    Going along a busy road;
Another, from a rival firm,
    At a stop after a street node...

As I moved to alight the former,
    The latter seemed doing nothing wrong;
But, jerking his bus past the other,
    These rushed words came from my driver’s tongue:

“What’s he doing? Oh, now he’s moving!
    I’ll have to stop further down this way.”
I’ve told of this to second a call,
    For two trains have crashed, I’m sad to say.

Things are easier regulated,
    And cooperation’s greater,
When large means are nationalised -
    Managed to meet ends, and safer.

(C) David Franks 2003