Modern Life Is Rubbish (The Railways) Poem by Richard Horton

Father was a spotter,
Mother couldn’t dance,
My son is sharp,
And my sister’s in France,

Picture Restoration,
Like a bollard,
A-Team or A-Plan,
Lets talk about Jimmy Bullard,

Tesco Corporation,
Art for no reason,
Makes perfect sense,
Art for salutation,
Cor what a bloody mess,

The Railways are here,
Big iron pig,
Electric not steam,
But no Anton Fig,

Eight sweet carriages,
Makes a world full of love,
Rest in peace,
My sweet little dove,
Cor what a bloody mess.

By Mark Cuttings a security monitor observer at the Tesco in Eastleigh