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CHRISTOPHER HOLLIS
Far-called, our freight trains start away Without a second man to drive And Sidney Greene declines to say If they are likely to arrive, While British Railways regret That most have not arrived as yet.
Suburban trains are going slow From Paddington to Waterloo (Although they do not seem to go Much slower than they always do).
And no one will predict which station Will prove their final destination.
For Mr Greene is much annoyed When men who hold a union card Are told they must be redeployed And, guarding, bids them not to guard. Judge of the. Nation, what avails If liner trains come off the rails?
Yet Mr Greene sits all alone, Fearing that he's been sold a pup. He waits there by the telephone For Mr Gunter to ring up.
(He wrote his number on the blot Lest he forgot—lest he forgot.)
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