YOUR sandwiches were not curly
That was just a joke.
Your tea, somewhat insipid
Was drunk by many folk.
But came a time when government
Thought it was going broke.
Get rid of you, save money
Was indeed their hope.
So you were divided into pieces
By the Secretary of State.
And sold of as networks
Which we were soon to hate.
For their safety record is a disgrace
And accidents seem common place.
Many words were said about you
Some were pretty harsh
We are sorry now we said them
Life was better in the past.
As we stand upon this station
Among the dirt and grime.
It soon becomes apparent
Our train won't be on time.
That's the third time this week
We hear commuters wail.
We've had enough, All is forgiven
Please come back British Rail!
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