At Arts University Bournemouth, a tale is told,
Of cuts and redundancies, a story to unfold.
Up to 93 staff face the axe, oh what a test,
Their jobs in jeopardy, their futures unrest.
The University and College Union's voice is clear,
Their members overworked, and their worries sincere.
19% of staff could lose their jobs, a dire fate,
Their skills and expertise, a loss to create.
The vice-chancellor speaks, with a message so kind,
"We regret this step, but finances are on our mind."
Student numbers have fallen, a challenge so grand,
The university must act, to save its land.
The students protest, with signs in their hand,
Their tuition fees high, a burden to stand.
£9,500 a year, a price to pay,
For an education, that's worth it each day.
The union secretary speaks, with a voice so bold,
"Staff are furious, and caught in a tale so cold."
The vice-chancellor's salary, a six-figure sum,
A reminder of the disparity, that's yet to come.
A spokesperson replies, with a message so neat,
One senior leader's job, was cut in February's heat.
The vice-chancellor's pay, is lower than before,
A change in leadership, a new path to explore.
The university's finances, are in a tight squeeze,
Costs have been reduced, but more must be released.
The staff and students, are caught in the middle,
A situation so dire, a solution to juggle.