Type-cast Treachery
How undone as would be seen to show
Among such gaudy lemons, row on row
The way the Sun looks green on new-shed snow
How Londoners would be centre-stage
Among such grimy letters, page on page
The way 'The Sun' is red in new-found rage
How suddenly would we find a craze
To pave the streets, or cobble the M4
And show, in sundry other ways
That we would not be tramelled by the scheme that went before
| Contributors: | P, Roland, TG, Bop. |
| Poem finished: | 10th February 1998. |