After reading the recent letters about operator training, I was inspired to write the following.
When All Laugh Aloud: An Ode to the Plant Operator By '3M3' Plant ops confused and all's in a mess, Everyone's working with CPCS, Paperwork, paperwork, no time for messing, Less on the practical, more on assessing.
Pity the plant op, more money to pay, With promise of competence, all in a day, Instructors abound, some pretty lacklustre, Poor presentation, and few skills to muster.
What price safety? I'm sure you'll agree In ivory towers, the MCG, Dumpers and 360s, they haven't a clue, How do they operate? What do they do?
Desk-bound do-gooders meet in pin-stripes, Solutions for plant ops, no listening to gripes, Speak to the plant ops? That's not cricket, Keep Prescott happy; just give them a ticket.
All is revealed, all plant ops must queue, 20,000 at least, await NVQ, CITB's worried, their targets seem heavy, All you employers, keep paying the levy.
Those in control would rather stay mute, You can't touch us ever, we have the statute, Touch screen tests, all run by Prometric, Multichoice questions, simply pathetic.
What of the future? there's no finality, Probably robots, and virtual reality, The long ago joy, of moving the earth, Now all is a joke, just cause for much mirth.
I'll get on my dozer and level the ground.
Create embankments, everything sound, Fill in my logbook and competence beckons, That's all I'll need, so everyone reckons.
The plant op is special; he's one of a breed, His pride in his work is part of the creed, Give him a trade in which he is proud, Not as at present, when all laugh aloud.