"Saving Scunthorpe Steel on a Saturday Night"

In Scunthorpe, a town with a steel heart,
A crisis loomed, a plant set to depart,
Saturday sittings, a rare sight to see,
Parliament recalled, a law to be.

The government moved, with a plan in hand,
To save the site, from a Chinese command,
Sir Keir Starmer, with words so bold,
Said ministers would take control, to keep it from cold.

A nationalisation, a path to be told,
All options on the table, a future to mold,
The prime minister, with a determined face,
Said jobs and growth, were at stake, in this place.

The blast furnaces, a vital part of the site,
Were to be kept running, with a government might,
Raw materials ordered, with a directive so grand,
To keep the plant running, in this industrial land.

The company, Jingye, with a financial plight,
Said it was unsustainable, with a loss each night,
£700,000 daily, a burden so great,
A deal was sought, but the government couldn't wait.