(Edward Lear in the nuclear age.)
Near Sellafield, Cumbria, 5-legged sheep, Eat bright golden clover in order to keep, Control of the sheep-ticks which, bigger than mice, Infest them like armies of gigantic lice. For radiant clover produces flesh toxic, Destroying those ticks teeth and liver and coccix, Resulting, of course in rapid starvation, A blessing indeed to the great ovine nation, A two-headed maiden she said unto me (Revealing her bosom which held titties three), "I see you're a local, from your great proboscis, A nose 'bout as large as the Birmingham mosque is." You see, in this spot, due to leaked radiation, Both flora and fauna, sport great deviation Which may cause yu shock, but sir, once your converted, Can offer excitement if you are perverted. And so this girl led me back home, by the nose, And soon, in her bedroom we'd both shed her clothes. She gazed 'twixt my thighs with a look, knowing, long. "So you are the nose with a luminous dong.
The great Les Barker has done a couple of pieces on Sellafield, which appear on the double CD, "Guide Cats For The Blind, sold by, and on behalf of the British Computer Association of the Blind, www.bcab.org.uk
If you haven't bought it... why not?
That's what inspired this.