CRASH. BANG. WALLOP (Taunton's Terrible Tale)

CRASH. BANG. WALLOP, the coaches used to say.

Crash, bang, wallop went the fireworks display

Which haunted and taunted the newly-tainted Taunton.

But they were not to know

The dangers of their show.

Crash, bang, wallop, a victim slowly dies,

Crash bang wallop, the natives close their eyes

Hearing only the casualties’ cries

Ringing out across a clear night’s sky.

Crash bang wallop, a nation mourns en masse,

Crash, bang, wallop, a truly awful crash.

You need not be in Taunton town

To taste this terrible waste, as,

Putting on a mournful frown,

Reporters cover the case.

The cops, they saw, are looking

Into the causes of the smash,

But blaming the RFC? To me,

That seems a little brash.

For they were not to know

The dangers of their show.

Crash bang wallop, the sounds fill me with dread,

Crash bang wallop, 51 injured, and 7 dead.

Those who saw and still survive

The atrocious scene on the M5

Will never forget the crash near Devon

Watching their loved ones ascending to Heaven.

If, as some are sure to claim,

It’s all a part of God’s great game,

And that He, in fact, set these people free,

Then ask, why them, not you, or me?

For tragedy is a thing, you see,

That cannot be explained

by turning to some deity,

No matter how well famed

his vengeful wrath may be.

Crash Bang Wallop, a lorry hits a car

Crash, Bang, Wallop, under a glittering star.

There follows a phase with cars all ablaze.

Taunton is forever tainted

By this terrible tale.