AT THE SAWMILLS

It happened suddenly on that day anew
When the tree feller slipped on the morning dew
With his arms aloft and the chainsaw revving
He butchered a young trainee named Kevin
The trainee made a grimace
As the chainsaw cleaved his face
He looked helpless standing there
With his eyeball flying through the air
LOTS AND LOTS OF THRILLS AND SPILLS
ON THAT FATEFUL DAY...AT THE SAWMILLS!
And then in the car park a passer-by
Happened to slip upon the eye
Into the boss's mean machine
His head went straight through the windscreen
The shock made the boss unsettled
He pressed down on the gas pedal
The severed head, oh how it bled
He crashed the car into the gardener's shed
The gardener's furnace, burning bright
Soon set everything alight
In just one minute the gaskets were blown
Scattering body parts and bone
A policeman suspecting foul play
Was blinded by blood and lost his way
You could hear the siren roar
As he drove into a circular saw
Car and saw lay side by side
The sparks ignited some insecticide
The workers ran but all in vain
And another blaze began again!
The stranded people had Napalm burns
Some were done to a turn
In two seconds their fates were sealed
It looked like The Killing Fields!
The fire crew called it a fait accompli
Apart from a cat found up a tree
And even though the Fire Brigade
Seem a bit lazy, this is why they're paid!
copyright Phil Atherton 2009