Inspired by the new Science Park on Abbey Lane. And perhaps by the withering of engineering in Leicester during my time here.
The Science Park is nowt but weeds,
Mute testament to Leicester's greed;
Hard study isn't our way today,
Sly cunning's how they make it pay.
In charge are crafty businessmen,
Science is quite beyond their ken;
Brown envelope's the fashion way,
Skill's the style of yesterday.
Roads dug up in every place,
No worker does these diggings grace;
For these ever-lasting mounds of dirt,
Trousers were rolled instead of shirt.
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