So you don't have to read it, I've done a better one* for you.
Like behemoths over Didcot's skies
They'll be missed more than you'll surmise
With none left but a featureless plain
What else is there to see from the train?
Seen for miles e'er you may roam
How will Didcot's drunks find their way home?
Like staggering spectres they'll roam the streets
A zombie legacy that's hard to beat
*Possibly much worse