Poetry Corner: If only the England team had strikers as good as Bob Crow

There was a man named bob crow

Who always went after more dough

He caused a great strike

My commute’s now a hike

Oh why does he rock the status quo

There is a trade unionist called Crow

Who ever sore discord doth sow

With his latest strike

I’ll take to my bike

And say to this Bob No, No, NO!

Red Robbo ,

Will tell Bob Crow,

There's only one

way to go

You already know

You've nearly gone.

But wait till two twelve

You will probably

As`well

Ruin the Olympic Show

Bob Crow.

If you dont want to go to work

and just shirk your obligations

Dont want to catch a bus or change at stations

(dont need your ventilator to ride the escalator)

Get off your bike and vote to strike

Just dont show, vote bob crow

You tube

Our tube

You tube

Our tube

Their tube

Up the tube

I like them all. 'wewuz robbed' a good title- but 'red robbo' would get a good laugh in a pub?

More genius :-)

Dave C says we,re in this together

Alternative ways must be found

For travelling about our great City

And for Seniors to wander around.

Our feet are fashioned for walking

They evolved over millions of years

You can move at a steady meander

And you don,t have to change any gears.

Hot air balloons are convenient

They fly as straight as a crow

Just be sure that your fuel tanks not empty

Cause the A.A. wont give you a tow.

The rickshaw is used by our friends in the East

They say its credentials are green

It,s perfectly fine for us minions to ride

But it wouldn,t look right for the Queen.

Cockneys stay calm in a crisis

They just say Gor Blimey and Yikes

And just like the Blitz nobody quits

So lets climb aboard Boris,s Bikes

The late Dr Beeching

Amidst much wailing & screeching

slashed local train services, a hideous blow.

The appliance of science, to Underground clients,

Now causes similar grief, courtesy Mr Bob Crow

In Saudi

They would

Stone

the

Crows

In London

We should

Follow

Their example ?

“Tis the autumn of your discontent,”

Boris blustered, blushing, “the money’s spent;”

“Remember, Bobby, it wasn’t me,”

“Twas Red Ken with his Olympiad and that awful Wem-er-ey”

The valiant Robert Crow shook his head,

He went to speak calmly, then shouted instead:

“We strike! We STRIIIKE! I’m losing my wick,”

“My members are angry and you’re a right...”

“Quick. Come now, dear boy,” Boris interrupted,

“I foresaw this; London shan’t be disrupted;”

“As the tube goes down the tube when your members strike,”

“No one will worry, they’ll just hop a Boris bike.”

Just a few verses (all I can remember) of a song called "Underground Music" released as an album track in the late 70"s by Ivor Biggun, quite well known for a few naughty songs banned from BBC Radio station by Mary Whitehouse

See if you can spot the Station names in the 2nd and 3rd verses

I was working on the Railway

Not as a sleeper as some folks say

I was working on the Railway

Mind the doors, you'll be okay

I knew I'd pick a dilly

If i worked upon the Rail

I'm going to wed Victoria

Her Mother's made a veil

I got down on my knees then said

"Can you give me a kiss"

She said "go and ask if Barbie can"

I can't stand more of this

Dear Mister Crowe

Your work ethics stink.

While the rest of us struggle

You just seem to think

That mentioning "safety"

Will keep jobs secure

with much shorter hours

and pay checks ensured.

But back in the real world

where money is tight

it's our tax you're spending

as if it's your right

to stand up in public

and claim "workers rights"

when all that you do

is try to pick fights.

So do us a favour

and just disappear?

The Tube would run better

if you were not here.