Okay, I've made an effort to make up the numbers here! Hopefully there are no glaring typos!
"TIMELINE OF A MINE DISASTER: TEN DAYS IN BEACONSFIELD, TASMANIA"
Phone call at ten, three miners are dead,
But it's in Tassie, we'll just send down Ed.
Press release Sunday, not dead only trapped
Message to me, your week off's been scrapped.
Newsroom's gone mental, “get on a plane!”
Goes without saying, can't take a train.
Day one is boring, miners still stuck,
Mulling 'round Tassie, dumb out of luck.
'Beckon' or 'Beacon', chewing the fat,
Nothing to do, but shiver and chat.
Newsroom to laptop, “what is the rub?”
“Shh,” I say thinking 'PO or Sub?”
Day two is worse, even less news,
Tap up some local, suss out their views.
News people restless, let's make something up
No sod will notice, let's sell them a pup
Day three, four, five, news people itchy,
Some of the anchors, decidedly bitchy
“We'll get them out safely,” the manager whines,
Just get 'em out quickly, we're fed up of mines.
Not much to do, but stare at my watch,
That guy in the hat, is that David Koch?
Now May the sixth, still metres away,
Looks like we're staying, just one more day.
Next day no further, we no longer care,
Just spare a thought, for the news anchor's hair.
Carleton collapses, “cameras away!”
No such thought, for the rest of our prey.
“It's harder than concrete, tougher than stone,”
But we haven't got news, we continue to moan.
“Just blow them up! Just give it some thought!”
Just think of the headline - 'Family Distraught'.
Suddenly they're out, in the lorry jumps Koch,
If we pay enough money, will the audience watch?
Chequebook journos, not much to admire,
Glance over the bar, is that Eddie McGuire?!
Cornerstone