first there was beaver plastics
pretty good one might think
then all transmogrified to beaver packaging
which reined supreme above the town
until one sad day
it was swallowed up by the capitalist behemoth
and beaver packaging was no more
only a select few knew of the secret beaver stash
visible solely from a secret vantage point amongst heavy industry
an unexpected ray of sunshine was spilt
from a most surprising place
a train from eltham to charing cross
beaver housing flashed and screamed in gorgeous synchrony
where were they when this epiphany dawned?
no bloody where...
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