When the time comes
It will be historic
enjoyable
and, over in a flash
But, until then
let everyone vent their angst
frustration
And, downright dissatisfaction
with the forthcoming Olympics
First, and foremost
Londoners: Get out of the way
Or, go on holiday
Otherwise, how on earth
will we be able to cope with the additional volume of people
stalking our roads - amenities - and, facilities in general?
Your refusal is categorical
You say, you were heavily taxed
so that the games could ‘go ahead'
and, you fully intend to stay in Town
Well...alright. Fine.
You expand on your plans:
1. You decide to hike
hotel and restaurant prices
2. Charge exorbitant rates for snacks and knick-knacks
And,3. Generally beef up the fares for rail, train and taxi
To compensate, the long suffering Londoner
for being inconvenienced and trod under
Accepted. No contest. None, whatsoever.
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