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Excellency 6th September 1988 Watch This Space Biro Calligraphy The Flying Standard Female Of The Species National Tree Week Gregory Crescent Dear Prime Minister Most Glorious Majesty Early Start Scarlet Equus Butterfly Milking Time Chartwell Bird Of Prey Watch Me Skoda Stroll What To Be? Chariot The Sussex Coast The Tarn Golden Cloud Sunrise Do You... Darling |
I left for work as usual, Arrived at five twenty five, Our bright and cheerful office Appeared more dead than alive. When at last the bosses came, Uniformed, bombastic and pompous, Their to'ing and fro'ing like so many newts Took on the look of a circus. We breezed inside, had some tea, Lots of chat, waited to see The brave new world of computer brain Finally gurgle down the drain. The message that came from our Lord Above, The man who woo'ed me with words of love, "Dear colleague, highly exhausted man of my team", Was a cornered rat in this hideous dream. "You this time will not serve the Public, Ive changed the rules to cover my blunder, I am the one who will care for the People". This despoiler of truth, with a voice like thunder. We Postmen were stripped of our right to work, Our Customers left in the cold, My faith in this Ruling Class Brought murderous thoughts untold. OH, infamous day When I asked for work, Arrested, And then sent away. Eltham Sorting Office. |