The Monster of Pitstone Works

In the schools of Herts
There's a tale they tell
Of Pitstone Works
And a monster fell...

In dusty boots
He stalks the halls
Between silent pumps
And shattered walls

Past broken glass
And splintered locks
He marks his time
On gun shot clocks

Behind the pipes
Within the gloom
Below the grinder
In that shadowed room

Still as death
He waits there
With rock in hand
On rusty stair

When from above
There comes a noise
Looking around,
Some local boys

Clang, clang, clang
Echoes up that stair
From down below,
The monster's lair

Off they flee
Their tale to spread
Of Pitstone's beast
My friend Kev!

 

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This page was created on the 9th of July, 2000