The day the sluice gate broke
“Unprecedented” was the word
And no one could do a stroke
Even occasionally a naughty word was heard
Kennet and Avon was drained
Floating turned to grounded
Someone tell me who was blamed
But stranded users were bonded.
Poetry
The day the sluice gate broke
“Unprecedented” was the word
And no one could do a stroke
Even occasionally a naughty word was heard
Kennet and Avon was drained
Floating turned to grounded
Someone tell me who was blamed
But stranded users were bonded.