I present, for your delectation or annoyance, my entry to Spectator competition 2926, which asked for a poem about HS2 in the style of W.H. Auden's "Night Mail".
This is the boast train that crosses no border
While passengers Paypal an Amazon order
Emails for the rich, emails for the poor,
The dealer at the corner, the tranny next door......
Texts from your bank about Russian hackers
While their overdraft charges consume all your ackers
Tweets with nude selfies for you to enlarge in,
Tweets with emoticons adorning the margin
Skirting sensitive seats if DC has his way
An idea past its time, but we all have to pay.
Somehow I don't think I shall be appointed Poet Laureate any time soon.........