The Nick of Time!

I may have posted this one before but here's a poem about the times we're in!

The Nick of Time!

From Google Images

The social element had corroded
All that nitty gritty
And the Dirt.

Got in at the deposits
The compliant types.
Kept chipping away.
It looked simple
Enough.

And the storm brewing!
The Whistle Blowers
Were the worst.
You could get your fingers
Burnt.

A new model
And the steam coming
Out of her ears.

Got a handle on her
In the end though!
It was a long stretch inside
Hard labour.


 Frank Murphy.