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The Killer Bollard of Turl Street by Laura King
A 'bang' is heard, without a word, we head out to the street
Like a stranded turtle, its four wheels splayed
Blood oil spurting, flailing helplessly impaled
A pathetic sight, poor speared silver Lexus
A minute ago a pristine car, now a useless carcass
Owner seething, blood pressure rising
Vein in his forehead dangerously pulsing
He storms into the Lodge, threatens to sue the College
But it's not our bollard, we deny (most) knowledge!
Third victim this week, the bollard is hungry
And cars tailgating politer cars are guaranteed to make it angry
It's the Killer Bollard of Turl Street, drive over it if you dare
But respect this anti-car protester and motor murder is quite rare.
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