This poem is by Gloria, one of our regular commenters.
Once I made a Christmas cake,
But burnt its upper crust,
So I covered it up with marzipan,
Thick icing was a must,
I thought my friends won’t notice,
The cover up looked good,
But when they took a mouthful,
It didn’t taste so good!
The HS2 fiasco,
Has been layered nice and thick,
But come the day of reckoning,
This train won’t do the trick.
It’ll never be a bargain,
Drain the pennies from our purse,
And our poor great British countryside,
Will be suffering the worst