8 August 2012
What's with all this fuss? This Hubble and balloo? It's making such a mess of things, oh you can see it too? I should feel patriotic, but I feel it not a bit, As our dept it grows in masses, and our streets become the pits. People they flock on in, to watch at all our games, But our traffic slows on down, as they're closing off the lanes! They say it brings us money, 1 million more than we have spent, But the stadiums half empty, And this is an event? I must admit however, the actual games are good, I just hate all the tourists in my bloody neighbourhood! I know I know I'm british, we're 3rd, I should be proud, I would be if I were seated up on in the crowd. But the tickets, gosh, They cost an arm and leg, I'd rather save my limbs, and use the telly instead. I'm sorry this sounds bitter, but it seems like such a waste, Of land and space and money, what will happen to this place? Once the games are over, will we be left alone, With shells un-used and battered, towering our homes. Well that's my rant all over, I guess I've said my due, I wish Team Gb all my best from love from me to you.
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2012 Game • Opuss № I