With apologies to him and Shelley but not Cameron! By Richard Kenyon
I met an MP from a ravaged land
Who said: `A vast and speedy HS2
Was once set up. Now, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered railtrack lies, whose few,
And broken lines from lack of all demand,
Tell that its prompter’s forecasts were invented,
Did not come true, yet stamped upon these lifeless tools
To mock the man that made them and his devious head.
And now in history these words appear:
“My name is David Cameron, Prime Tory Fool:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level lands stretch far away.