Diesel Corner Poem by Michael Keenan

Red Lion Caistor on Friday night
Was the truckers place to be seen
To air their stories was their right
Of things they'd done and seen.

Big Jim Wilks was there as well
The trucks he had to fix
The problems drivers had to tell
Were a really strange old mix.

Others gave their versions too
Geaoff Hands and Philip Clifford
Stories they told were sometimes quite blue
And some were downright wicked.

Fireman sam was his nom de plume
He drove a tanker for shell
Watch him go with va va vroom
When they rung the ruddy bell.

Chris Atkin was his proper name
He drove a petroleum tanker
He always liked to be in the frome
Some others called him a.....r

The stories continued till last orders were called
Each one trying to beat the uvver
Or until some is hastily recalled
By a phone call from his luvver.