Southern train
Ocular migraine
Late again
(n.b. the Ocular migraine stopped me writing more, I just wanted to get home)
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, 16 November 2015
Tuesday, 10 November 2015
10th November. Ten Minutes Late
Slippery lines
Keep those trains on time
Except those times
When they're not
Instead everything goes pear shaped
(Though I'm thankful mine isn't 25 minutes late)
Those slippery rails
Only six minutes late
But you can bet that while in this stupid station
There'll be a last minute platform alteration.
Thanks to the slippery lines.
Keep those trains on time
Except those times
When they're not
Instead everything goes pear shaped
(Though I'm thankful mine isn't 25 minutes late)
Those slippery rails
Only six minutes late
But you can bet that while in this stupid station
There'll be a last minute platform alteration.
Thanks to the slippery lines.
Labels:
bad poetry,
delays,
not sweary,
November,
Southern Trains
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