Radio Gloucestershire has lost the news,
Left with the new girl. "Are you ready, Max?" she calls
As the jingles crumble. Then, "Oh dear -"
Desperately, their fill-in music plays.
We longed to be the star. Instead, we are
The one who pressed the wrong switch, on our first day's trial.
Will it go better this time, ah, my dear?
If you've any comments about this poem, Alison Brackenbury would be pleased to hear from you.