As I help with a large delivery
Today I fill in as the offsider
(Dragged from worthwhile work in our lighting store)
With our man “I’m just Terry the driver”.
With scrappy instructions down country lanes
We finally find this massive great field;
Rock concerts the go in the seventies,
Our load makes up scaffolding for the build.
This is no London West End theatre –
From our store we hire stage lighting you know;
We were conned into this by management,
No chance to refuse; we give it a go.
The main cargo, tubes loaded by roadies
Now unloaded by only Tel and me,
And give this up as a bad job after
Four pipes are dragged out individually.
This then we reckon is no way to go.
But now Tel comes up with a workaround:
Two pipes are aligned as a launching ramp;
-The remaining load we roll to the ground.
It just works a treat, I have to tell you;
Each joins the others with a forceful ding.
Cows in the next field show much interest -
Amble right over intrigued by the ring.
They line the fence, clearly “Working Men” fans –
Is here to be our five minutes of fame?
This, although an unrehearsed production
Gains great interest and bovine acclaim.