Here at the Spurtle, we are used to authors being late for deadlines, but less used to late authors being on time.
However, never ones to look a gift horse in the mouth – especially on the day Richard Jeffrey resigned as Chairman of TIE – we are happy to publish this timely poem from one William Topaz McGonagall.
[Our thanks to the clairvoyant Ian Spring.]
VERSES ON THE EDINBURGH TRAMS
Oh, woe betide ye, Edinburgh trams,
Ye were designed by mental bams.
Several years ye took in the building,
But now your tracks have all been filled in.
Oh wretched trams, I prophesy,
Along Leith Walk ye ne’er will fly.
To Edinburgh Airport ye ne’er will go up,
At least not until Hibs win the Scottish Cup.
Oh, Edinburgh trams I do decree,
You were thought of by Labour and not the SNP.
And they will have to take the blame,
Now that you're generally known as Scotland’s shame.
Oh woe betide ye, Edinburgh trams,
Ye have my sternest admonition.
Ye were plotted by people without any qualms,
And cost only a wee bit less than the entire Apollo space mission.