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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