The immortal Harry Graham, author of 'Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes', once penned this perfect gem of a humorous verse, which I repeat from memory.
I ran down a brace of trippers,
in my new de Dion Bouton.
Squashed them out, as flat as kippers,
Left them aussi mort que mouton.
What a nuisance trippers are!
Now I must repaint the car.
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This needs some tidying up, but you'll get the gist.
In Liverpool is Huskisson's Tomb, a monument to folly
For having been warned so not to do, he departed the railway trolley
And stood upon the track to chat and that, and there he met his doom
And gained the ignominious fame of being a railway wally.
William Huskisson, PC, MP, you see, despite being old and poorly
Had to be at this high profile launch; he wanted fame and glory.
When he spoke to the Duke, by unfortunate fluke
His high profile end got gory.
For being the first to start his end 'neath a sprocket of the Rocket
Like foolish tagging yoofs today - keep off, you silly twits!
He achieved immortal fame, and joined the record book.
And having set the precedent, he was chuff-chuffed to bits.