British Railway Blues
I'm standing in my platform shoes
Wailing and moaning the railroad blues!
It happens again and again,
Waiting and waiting for a train
(Usually in the pouring rain!) ,
What a pain!
But it gives you the time
To make up a rhyme
And wonder if it's really a crime
To trespass on the railway line.
Didn't you read what the notice said?
What a miserable fate
To be struck stone dead
By a train that's late!
Come on, let's quit,
I'm sick of it!
Don't swear or cuss
Or make any fuss,
Next time we'll bloody well go by bus!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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