The Banana Skin

Well its the start of another cruising season. This as usual is being highlighted by the first of the years unplanned stoppages. As the cruising season gets shorter and more interspersed with hold ups and delays year on year. It begs the question what is going on within the trust.

Darkness descends over the Waterway

Its in a dim dark office where, even darker deeds are done;

 as the trust plans the canal repairs, by landing on its bum;

 the banana skin of maintenance, with many balls to juggle;

should it come as a surprise, that the trust is in a muddle.  

Canal maintenance is a chasm, of a type that's seldom seen; 

an ever growing financial hole, of a size that seems obscene;

licence money can be wasted, as transparency there is none;

a deafening silence then descends, as nothing can be done.

There is a need to deflect attention, by slight of hand or trick;

by just looking the other way, must think boaters are thick;

simply just pretending, that everything was already planned;

 how can you see what's wrong, with head buried in the sand.

Its just the same old story, of more stumbles trips and falls; 

all the maintenance repairs are done, by working at a crawl;

proactive or planned is not a concept, for their just not au fait;

blackhole gets bigger and deeper, into the chasm  is now the fate.

The Alternative Canal Laureate

Evan Keel.

"The events depicted in this poem are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental. No person should without the prior permission of the author assume the identity of any character. These poems are a story that could be based on actual events. In certain cases incidents, characters and time lines have been changed for dramatic purposes. Certain characters may be accidental composites, or entirely fictitious. I was helped in my creative endeavour by my friend's telepathic cat named Huxley. Huxley assumes all responsibility for any mistakes and errors."