Oh Southern Trains, the internet lied
A mystery train back home I spied.
So now I'm waiting and I'm going to be late (thanks to delays)
Oh Southern Trains, It's you I hate.
A simple appointment we need to go
But it's all buggered up; I hate you so.
If only you'd bother to run on time
Then I wouldn't have to think of a silly rhyme.
Writing bad poetry since I lost patience with Southern Trains. Each poem's length is decided upon by how much of a delay my train has, and how bored I am (which is usually quite bored, as Southern Trains are always delayed).
Monday, 29 June 2015
29th July
Friday, 12 June 2015
12th June
Ah Southern Trains
It's Friday, great.
A platform alteration
Just two minutes late.
It's Friday, great.
A platform alteration
Just two minutes late.
Labels:
bad poetry,
delays,
June,
not sweary,
Southern Trains
Friday, 5 June 2015
5th June
Southern Trains
I love you so
No delays this time
Like 'sun on the line'
Southern Trains,
I had a plan
But I had to sit opposite a man
As I wanted because I was able
To sit in a seat which had a table.
The man's Kindle took up the space
and I couldn't get a look in his face
To tell him to shift it over a bit
and to be honest, I felt like a twit.
I love you so
No delays this time
Like 'sun on the line'
Southern Trains,
I had a plan
But I had to sit opposite a man
As I wanted because I was able
To sit in a seat which had a table.
The man's Kindle took up the space
and I couldn't get a look in his face
To tell him to shift it over a bit
and to be honest, I felt like a twit.
Tuesday, 2 June 2015
3rd June - the start
Oh Southern Trains,
you fry my brain (s),
your lovely app,
had an update and is now crap
you fry my brain (s),
your lovely app,
had an update and is now crap
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