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 past the other bus,
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
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