By J. R. A. Gigney
This is the driver speaking,
We apologise for the delay to this train,
This is due to the wrong type of passengers on the preceding train,
Bloody plebs always fucking everything up!
Also one tiny snowflake has frozen the points at Shenfield.
One bloody snowflake?
What next?
Oh yes and there are leaves on the line near Rochford!
Brush the bloody things off then...
I don't know why I do this job!
All I seem to do,
Is tell people that their train's delayed,
Or someone's blocked the loo.
So what if the 5:45 is delayed,
Don't you think they can tell?
All I do is get that relayed,
And the passengers tell me to go to he'll!
Once again we apologise for the delay to this train.
It's because the company tending the rails has fucked up again and I'm so fed up with it that I give up!
I'm outta here!
Get yourself another driver!
I RESIGN WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT!
Er...
This is the Chief Steward speaking...
Um...
We apologise for the delay to this train,
But it appears that the driver has resigned.
Er...
Does anyone know how to drive a train?
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I wonder where you get your ideas for your poetry. Maybe you have some jolly inspiring friends?!
ReplyDeleteI like this one, it's irreverent and funny.
Love and kisses,
Auntie Gee